Samael looked quite different.
Once, he'd had light ginger hair and deep green eyes that perfectly fit onto his freckled features. But now, seemingly having taken his disguise off, the young man showed his true appearance.
He bore a full head of ashen grey, curly hair that fell to his shoulders and framed his handsome yet still juvenile face, bits of baby fat lingering along the edges.
His pupils, once green, now burned with a deep sunset orange-gold hue, with faint rings of ivory resting in their depths.
'…'
He wore simple black, loose tunics, smiling as he waved at Uriel. "What are you doing? Come on in!"
'He kind of looks like….' Uriel's gaze narrowed, then relaxed just as fast. 'I must be tired.'
Stepping into the room, Samael closed the door behind him.
What sprawled before him was a beautiful and expansive suite, dark marble floors stretching out beneath his feet and covering the entire space.
