Gone was the innocent glint in Jacquelyn's eyes, her precious smile that lightened up the room. Her soft voice and soothing words. Her playful nature, sweet blue eyes that looked like the sky and the sea had a beautiful orgasm, and it melted with the sun. The princess and bride of the vampire king, Jacquelyn Avignon, was no longer.
It was now the demoness of doom, replacing the soft smile of Jacquelyn with a malicious grin, and her blue eyes with fiery red ones that looked like they had been mixed with poison. A clear evidence of the darkness the demon harbored. Her voice annoyingly high-pitched, and every time she laughed out loud, it was like a string snapping and ripping out from a violin during an orchestra. It jarred.
