064 Sanctum.
The scent of blood hung in the air, bat wings filling the skies as one Demon after another was completely devoured.
A youth sat on a rock, ripping meat off the bicep of a black Demon arm as though it were well-cooked chicken. Blood colored in hues of violet and bubbling with heat drizzled down his chin, but he looked ahead as though it didn't bother him in the slightest.
A secondary eyelid snapped closed then opened again, smoothing out the dryness of his amber eyes. He didn't seem to have any whites at all, his pupils bouncing rapidly between constricted and wide as though he were scanning objects both close and far away.
He spat to the side, a subtle wrinkle on his forehead wiggling about before sealing completely as though it had never been there at all.
"We'll have to show more of our strength soon, Lucar, otherwise we'll lose too much."
