Damian sat comfortably in the chair across the room with one leg crossed over the other. Between two fingers he held a single cigar, turning it slowly beneath the candlelight as he inspected the craftsmanship. The dark wrapper was smoother than anything he had ever smoked on Earth, carrying faint violet veins that pulsed almost imperceptibly with demonic energy. After studying it for a short while, he placed it between his lips. The tip immediately ignited with a quiet burst of purple flames without the need for a lighter.
He drew in a long breath and the smoke flowed into his lungs like liquid heat before spreading throughout his body. Several seconds later, Damian slowly exhaled a thick plume of violet smoke toward the ceiling before throwing his head back against the chair.
"...Damn."
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
