Demetrius turned to his white-robed companion as the vampires, with Nicholas among them, retreated to the edge of the circle.
"Shall we begin?"
Annick nodded, motioning for the other three. Two men and a slender woman, all dressed in the same white, came forward. The dark haired woman carried a bundle. She offered it to Demetrius with a bowed head. He took it from her, shook it out. Within a moment he was dressed as they were.
"Your power is valuable," he said to us. "You are fulfilling a destiny charged to my order over five hundred years ago. The creators of the Chosen of the Light understood the evil of magic. They saw sorcery was the purest form of power, beyond the silly Sidhe and their games, the demons and their distant plane, their overbearing superiority. Far greater than the vampires with their disease. And the masters of witches whose only cares were for their own struggles.