When the Hell's Lord saw the youth raise up her head, he had thought that his eyes would be met with that disfigured countenance and never had he expected that it would be a face of peerless beauty.
The youth was clearly wearing all white but his entire being was somehow exuding a mesmerizing and alluring air about him, not unlike that of an enchanting vixen. Those slightly raised brows above that half narrowed gaze, and that snowy smooth skin tinged with pink over both cheeks, with slightly swollen lips moist and flushed red, all of these emitting a irresistible and enticing air.
This was a youth with endless charm and he was already so alluring before he is fully grown. Given a few more years, his charm would surely make all men and women unable to resist his charm!
Looking at the youth, his eyes were tinged with a faint glint of admiration, but his heart was filled with heavy disappointment.
It was not her.
