The Duchess' eyes slowly narrowed, her almost snobbish air being clipped by Sylas' expression and words.
In other circumstances, one could say that Sylas was just acting. But in this situation, just the ability to act in the first place underlined exactly that… an ability to do so.
The Duchess knew that her beauty wasn't ordinary. In fact, the beauty of the Sanguan in general was anything but ordinary. They were amongst the most Ancient of Demons, the most perfect. They wore cloaks to these events not to hide themselves, but instead so that their subordinates didn't lose their minds.
Their Demonic Wills were so strong that they were even capable of controlling the blood of those around them. In a situation where one lost themselves—something that happened quite often if they displayed their true appearances—bloodlines reversing and eating their hosts alive was a common occurrence.
