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Iscariot's lips curled into a wolfish grin.

"I am Iscariot Zeruel Fleming. The lord Stendarr has come to bless you filthy heathens with his messenger on the mortal plane."

A flash of light, and each of his hands now weld a glowing bayonet.

"Mr. Lafayette, I presume?"

"I've heard things about you. The special vampire. I wonder what that means. You think when I cut you open, you'll spill out lucky charms?"