My Three Wives Are Beautiful Vampires

Chapter 1115: Old Friends.

In the Imperial Capital, atop a skyscraper, a man was standing on the head of a gargoyle.

'People with Power say that Power corrupts. I believe they are wrong. Power only shows the true face that everyone hides. Do you really want to know what a person is like? Give Power to that person and observe them. I'd bet that, 90% of the time, that person would become a selfish, deviant person who would harm everything and everyone. After all, it was easier to do evil than to do good.

8% would likely be typically good while committing minor selfish acts. Usually, these people had very firm morals, while the remaining 2%... They were made up of people who would not change their essence.

My friend, Victor Walker... Or should I call him Victor Elderblood now? He is a person like that; he is part of the 2%.

He has never changed. His actions were always the same, repaying violence with violence and kindness with kindness. This has been his philosophy ever since the first time I'd met him. When he became a Supernatural creature, he only expanded his reach. After all, there was a limit to the actions a sick 21-year-old man could take. But as a Progenitor Vampire, those limits simply disappeared.

There was a Japanese saying that I really like: Humans have three masks. One mask you showed to everyone. This was the mask that society had imposed on you. The second mask was what you only showed to people you trust, the kind for company among close friends and family. The third mask was something that only you knew: your deepest thoughts and dark desires. This mask you didn't show to anyone.