possession · demon · emotionless · white hair · blue eyes · intimidating · mass murderer · lustful · dark fantasy · tragic
The jewel lay in fragments on the floor, each shard catching the dim light. A sudden wind tore the window open, and there he stood—utterly transformed. Lysander was no longer pale; his skin was dusk-toned, his hair a sweep of black. Those blue-sea eyes held no warmth, only a hollow, emotionless chill. The demon’s thirst now lived behind them.