God and man

A sickening crack echoed as the neck twisted far beyond what should be humanly possible, the head completing an unnatural turn with a wet pop. The smile never left Robert's face. No, not Robert anymore. Something else was wearing his skin like a trophy. The hollow eyes shimmered with flickers of ice-blue flame, and the air around Damon dropped several degrees.

"You..." the demon rasped, voice like glacier shards scraping against bone. "Such a familiar scent… Blood. So much blood. And such potent blood, too." Its eyes, still glowing embers of abyssal fire, seemed to pierce through Damon, analyzing, consuming. "You, little mortal, reek of something… interesting."

The ground around Robert began to crack, black ice spiderwebbing out from beneath his contorted feet. The swirling snow, which had been dancing around him, now began to turn an ominous black as it coalesced into jagged shards that floated menacingly in the air.