The Vampire King coughed, his heart still visible through the closing gap that was his chest.
Luna couldn't help but stare at the Archdemon of Gluttony's form when he separated from The Vampire King.
His face . . . Luna had never seen anything like it.
The entire left side of his body was covered in an exotic tattoo composed of fine dots and swirling curves, the ink pure black against his glowing brown skin.
It was a deep, sooty black.
The wing didn't reflect light but seemed to absorb it, the edges fading into the spreading gloom.
She recognized those eyes of molten gold, but there was no familiar light in them.
Ravin had left the Vampire King's body—his eyes are of madness.
Luna could make out Ravin's beautiful profile, backlit by a bright moon and a thousand stars winking through the crater.