The imposter removed his hand from his face and with it, a featureless mask.
Beneath the mask was an otherworldly handsome young man with defined features , jet black hair, and luminous silver eyes. His pale skin didn't seem to diminish his good aesthetics, if anything, it only made him more appealing to look at, and was in contrast to the black crescent tattoo on his forehead.
"It's been a long time, Sia." Damon muttered with a soft smile. Inwardly however, he had completely different thoughts. 'You better take the fucking bait.'
Most humans on the floating platform turn to gaping idiots, their jaw hanging towards the floor.
"I fucking knew it. I fucking knew it." Dion kept muttering next to Aric with a grin plastered on his face.
"You'll have a lot of explaining to do." Aric muttered with a smile.
