Rohan stepped into the demon world through the portal, a place he had never been before and had never even known how one would enter in the first place. The passageway inside the portal carried an unusual heat, the kind that would have burned a normal human alive, yet it only licked at his skin as he moved through it. The scorching air twisted around him until the portal finally released him into the dark tower, where his sire stood waiting with a smile playing on his face, as though delighted that Rohan had finally come to meet him in person.
Ereves was as tall as Rohan, with broad shoulders and a face almost identical to his. His dark blue hair was long, falling past his shoulders in loose waves. Two curled horns rose from his head, slightly crooked to one side as he studied Rohan with a calm, assessing look. Rohan studied him back with dead eyes that held a silent, simmering rage and resentment.
