Eli king could be described in a few words. Sharp features, jet-black hair and dark grey eyes that would complete with steel. The devil, human form, had a handsome face that looked cold and emotionless matching with broad shoulders and smooth muscles.

Now, he stands in an underground fighting den where students of their respective university, Royal Elite University and The King's U, would fight each other in the cover of night.

His eyes darken, if they could darken more, and his calculating gaze narrowed upon the female in front of him who he hated with a passion. However, his emotions mixed with something more.. if you could call them ‘emotions’.

He was born a cold and ruthless bastard and would stay one until the end of time.

“Shouldn’t you be hiding in the dark doing some satanic rituals?” The female in front of him hisses.

“I’m missing an important indigent. Blood.” He says darkly as his expression doesn’t change.