The Prince of Hell

Draven studied her features almost scared to continue his studying of her further. He met her bright green eyes, her eyes were the color of the sea with a golden ring around them, and her lashes were thick and full framing them, her bright green eyes were at his feet and finally they trailed up to meet his and a smirk twisted in her pink lips.
Draven's stomach twisted.
Angelic was one word to describe her, you could tell she stood out against the humans, her angel blood was definitely profound in her appearance. She was no doubt an angel, she would fit in with the beauty of heaven.
But the way she was looking him up and down, Draven could see the devil in her eyes drawing him in.
There was nothing pure or heavenly about the way she had caught his eyes, or the way her plump lips twisted into a smirk.