"You know I hate you. And that red-haired bastard, Lucifer," Daniel said flatly, tossing the half-empty glass aside. It shattered on the black marble floor, forgotten.
Ruka sat across from him, legs crossed, fingers wrapped around a drink he still hadn't identified. Bitter. Probably demonic. He sipped anyway.
"White hair now," Ruka muttered without looking up.
Daniel's eyes narrowed. "What?"
"He evolved after our last fight. The red's gone. It's white now." He took another sip, letting the silence hang for a second.
Daniel leaned forward slowly. "You telling me he dyed his hair like a human?"
Ruka gave a dry chuckle. "No. It changed after the evolution. Same way your eyes flare when you're about to lose control."
Daniel's brow twitched. "He can evolve too?" His tone was part surprise, part irritation. "What the hell did mother breed?"
Ruka finally looked up. "That's a question for her."
