Cold. Dark. Merciless.
He was alluring, as alluring as the words of Lucifer. His raven hair, soft as the silkiest of silk as it fell gracefully on his temples. His face perfectly sculptured, as if it were shaped by the very hands of the gods themselves. His muscled body tanned and scarred, as if he'd endured an eternity of suffering. His red eyes, redder than that of pure blood left burns in their wake as his strong calloused arms promised destruction like no other. His heart of steel, blacker than coal and his tongue sharper than that of a double-edged sword. He was sin itself. He was the cruelest of the cruelest.
He is Gabriel