Vessel

by Anatomic

In the gloomy city of Onyxdale, together with two oblivious, naive sisters; one self-destructive, ambitious detective; and a man with a stare whiter than the purest snow, you'll chase the killer, that doesn't appear to exist.

He stared at her.

His chilled gaze drilled through her head like an icicle; out of his skull, a little above his ears, two horns shot upward, twisting at the center and pointing straight at the roof, their smooth surface shining under the ceiling lamp.

Her vocal cords wrapped in loops and salted water gathered in her tear ducts, she blinked, feeling her eyelashes going wet.

"Who are you?" She whispered like a bird that'd deceived its mother.

"I?" His smile broke so much, that she spotted a dimple in the left side of his face. He lifted his chin, rolled his shoulders back and leaned forward in the shining leather, the same smile displayed on his ivory lips.

She let herself drown in the void in his eye, their feral was that, of an untamed animal.

"Satan." He said, and with a relaxed smile.