Vasilis.
Thunder rolled above me as the sky unleashed its wrath in the form of a heavy downpour. Or rather, Soren unleashed 𝒉𝒆𝒓 wrath.
I'd heard of Vampires who could command shadows, fog, rain and other elements of nature, but I'd never met any asides from Roman.
Roman could control cold temperatures.
Usually, it was a rare ability and not one that was very useful, in my opinion, since the powers could only be wielded in their reverse forms and never for good.
Just like how vampires are an unnatural, reverse form of natural existence, their powers mirrored that same unnaturalness. Only to be used for evil. Like Soren was currently doing.
The sky seemed to rip itself apart as a string of lightning tore across its wide canvas of darkness, followed by a soul-shattering scream of thunder I'd never heard the likes of before.
It was terrifying.