Judas stood at the top of the castle up on the wall, above everything, his vampire eyes searching deep into the surroundings below. For what reason, perhaps only Angéliqué knew. He lifted his head high, his long wavy black hair flowing in the wind, and his long cape following suit. Many would probably turn their heads toward the castle, feeling something watching them, sending chills down their spines. He payed no mind whatsoever to the howls though, as his eyes turned to something more interesting. His wife was approaching the castle again.