The Sangria-Eyed King
The dinging of a panel appearing before me, a foreign sensation that I hadn't experienced in such a long time, signaled the beginning of a chill shooting down my spine. The young man's god marks quivered on his face before splitting open, causing a blast of murky golden blood to shoot out and then freeze upon coming in contact with Aisa's aura.
"W-What the hell is that?" The vampire beside me stuttered, her teeth chattering against each other as she held her shivering body. And before I knew it, she dropped to the ground, unconscious at the sight of whatever Orion had become.
Two swirling black holes had become his eyes while his spear twisted and contorted, creating its own vacuum that began to suck in Aisa's own precious aura. His god marks which had torn open from his cheek and all the way down his neck, torso, leg, and foot suddenly sucked the frozen blood back in, returning to their blackened form.