The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 279

“Why would such… a powerful… woman need to use such… colourful language?” Adam said.

A high-class insult like that was sure to land flat with Julia. The werewolf knew perfectly well this was an attempt to slander her intellect and persona, but Julia had been tempered by werewolves. It would be easier to make a sailor blush.

“You might want to dial up your insults,” Julia said. “I’ve heard worse in grade school… As for your question. I‘m—was her chronicler.”

“Chronicler?” Adam asked.

“Do you have any idea how much of an ego a hunter elevated by GOD himself has?” Julia said. “Day in and day out another miracle. Even the corpses knew to avoid the sewers whenever she took a shit.”

a dramatic, high-contrast, cinematic photograph of a group of frightened vampires, with pale complexions, sharp fangs, and dark attire, sprinting in terror through the cramped, dimly lit sewer tunnel, as the water level rapidly rises, swirling with dirty, murky liquid, and debris, with a hint of mist, illuminated by faint, flickering luminescent lights, casting eerie shadows on the wet walls, as the sound of a toilet flushing echoes in the background, with the vampires' frantic expressions, showcasing fear, panic, and desperation, their eyes wide with terror, their faces distorted in horror, as they desperately try to escape the incoming deluge.

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