Rion shot him a cold glare, his slender fingers tapping lightly against the gun handle, producing an unsettling click. "So you're saying Margie's been cursed again?" He yanked an iron chair forward, its metal legs screeching against the floor as the back nearly pressed against the high priest's chest. "Vampire, don't play games with me." His voice was low and dangerous, like a serpent hissing in its prey's ear. "Though snakes lurking in the shadows are cunning and bloodthirsty, I'm the best at hunting them!"
The silver pistol glinted coldly under the dim light as Rion pressed the icy barrel hard against the priest's temple, forcing his head to tilt. "Besides, you're right in front of me now." His thumb slowly pulled back the hammer with a crisp click. "I've long since grown tired of you."
