Rota watched as Kat hovered in front of Thorn, the green eye between her eyes flaring with power. She gasped as Thorn stumbled back, his image ripped as if his flesh might come off and between that ripple she saw something that made her took a step back.
Red eyes, Thorn's eyes turned red, the deep one. The color of blood. She shuddered and flinched but when she looked back, his eyes was deep blue again.
Belialthorn studied her, saying nothing, the way she trembled when she looked at him. He couldn't blame her, he shouldn't. No matter how he wanted to spun it, his kind had been a symbol of terror for the human world.
But still, it stung.
"What is that?" Alaric asked. He had also saw something, when the image of Thorn wavered.