21. Darkus
Whispers began to arise as countless heads turned in our direction. Men and women of all shapes and sizes were staring at me so hard that it was impossible to not be intimidated. But all those gazes were nothing compared to the very last one my eyes made contact with, the one belonging to the man standing mightily on the podium before us. This man is Darkus...nobody had to tell me that much. He had dark red eyes, sharp cheek bones that could be seen from this distance and an oval shaped face that went well with his short black hair styled to the left side of his face. His aura was dark and his physique was strong, but his expression was that of pure amusement and delight. In my book, that was the trait of a risk taker, a person who'd grin right after brutally killing one hundred persons
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