After Sylvia's little jealousy episode, Caelus pulled her into a warm embrace and they headed straight home. By the time they walked through the front door, her mood had improved significantly.
However, the moment they reached the living room, Caelus was violently thrown onto the sofa. Sylvia wore a delightfully creepy smile as she descended upon him, happily draining his blood.
Once her immediate thirst was quenched, she magically produced a glass vial from her inventory. She pressed it against his neck. One by one, she began filling the vials to the brim.
"I bought popsicle sticks specifically for this," Sylvia hummed, her red eyes sparkling with pure happiness. "I knew I could do this one day."
She gathered the thirty glowing vials and skipped off to the kitchen like a child on Christmas morning.
Left behind on the sofa, Caelus looked like a completely shriveled corpse.
