They all had gathered inside the city's church. No one else was there, as William asked them to leave.
Only Turk and the others from his tribes were inside with him. Those were the people who would get the bloodline. At least during this first bath of new demons.
William was in front of everyone. Turk could feel the difference in power between them, and he decided to kneel in front of him.
"Master William," Turk said, lowering his head in respect, "we are glad to be chosen."
When the others saw how Turk acted, they followed suit, doing the same thing he did. Each one of them kneeled and lowered their heads in William's presence.
A sight to be seen. William had his pride pumped up. It was nice to have fervent followers like that, people who saw him as their actual savior.
The ability the statue gave him was quite simple. It was like a ritual, a specific chant in the demonic language. William had to perform said chant in front of a flask with his blood.
