A purple-black-robed man sat on a luxurious white couch all alone in a hall, his gaze down, his hands clasped lightly. He stared at the pristine floor, which nearly reflected his own face, displaying blonde hair that was slowly turning a bit silver, strand after strand.
Azariel's eyes went from narrowed to relaxed as he shot a look, a gaze filled with approval.
His body showed him that his Chaos Dragon combined with the Evilbane Hexweaver Arachnid Blood was quite stable, with the Six-Headed Hydra Bloodline having lost the battle and becoming subdued. It seemed like the slaughter he committed worked wonders, allowing his bloodlines to enter equilibrium. The only reason why his features hadn't changed yet, even after ingesting Empress Hexena's bloodline and Gralex's bloodline, was because they hadn't finished exchanging their fists yet.
