Those soulless eyes flicked in her direction, but without any whites to them, it'd be impossible to notice.
Almost ten thousand years. Before the kingdoms. Before the Fell. Before anything's in your recorded history.
He stood up, standing over her, soulless black eyes staring into her red ones. He was apparently heedless of his own nudity.
It was simple back then. I was so much stronger then...death has taken its toll on my power. The only one who could match my power was my fool brother, the 'Good Prince.' Impetuous little whelp...
In anger, the darkness of his eyes dispelled, replaced with a hellish glow that was bright enough to illuminate his face, even in the sunlight. His teeth bared slightly, teeth lengthening and sharpening into daggers. A patch of scales erupted from his chest, spreading like wildfire across his pale skin.
"It'll be him that dies this time...him and everything that stands with him." His voice had an odd sort of duality to it, nearly demonic now.
He was positively radiating with power, unbidden from thoughts and memories, those of blood and hate.
Those eyes stared still down into hers, illuminating her face as well. Even amongst the rage, he could see her there, small and fragile looking, like a finely crafted porcelain doll. Beautiful, but looking so easily crushed.
"Be glad that Tiamat chose you, Salem...you get to stand with me in the darkness. And we will cover the world in it."