The Vatican Sanctum of the Red Chalice Cult was everything I'd expected from a vampire organization trying to project divine authority—and nothing like I'd prepared myself for emotionally.
Gothic spires stretched impossibly high, their black stone surfaces carved with intricate patterns that seemed to shift when viewed peripherally. Stained glass windows depicted scenes of mortals kneeling before winged figures, but the light filtering through cast everything in shades of crimson rather than the traditional blues and golds of normal churches. The air itself felt thick with concentrated mana, so dense it was almost oppressive.
