Where the air was alive with hushed whispers and expectant gazes, stepped in the Devil's son, an entity of dark beauty that froze hearts and quickened pulses in equal measure. His entrance was a symphony of awe, the very ground trembling as if to acknowledge his presence.
Cascading like liquid night, his hair falls in inky waves that seem to absorb the very essence of light. Threads of raven-black weaved an intricate tapestry down his powerful frame, carrying with them an air of untamed power. Every movement sent these strands into a hypnotic dance, shadows caressing the marble floors as he walks.
Dark red eyes, a swirling blend of ember and coal, commanded attention from their lofty perch. They burned with an intensity that belies the cool demeanor of the Devil's son, and each gaze captures not just attention, but souls themselves.
