He truly looked like a demon today.
His form was a massive silhouette against the crimson light spilling down from the atrium above. Spreading out from his back were two wings, tattered shrouds of shadow so dark that they seemed to swallow the air around him.
He did not resemble the weeping angel of benevolent radiance from Vahn's memories. Right now, he looked like a cruel king preparing to pass judgment upon everything he had deemed unjust.
When he spoke, his voice was no longer light or playful as I had known it to be until then. It was heavy and pensive, saturated with a malice that was directed at no one in particular.
"I told you we would meet again."
Since his entire face was obscured by a veil of darkness against the flood of bright moonlight, I suddenly realized he hadn't had his eyes opened until then.
Because when he did open them, two burning orbs of crimson flared within that deep darkness and fixed onto me, glowing like dying embers in a starless sky.
