Naturally, Damon's smile had long faded into a cold and heartless expression as a smear of blood marked his right cheek, his eyes slightly dull after the long killing. He had somehow come full circle, from going from reluctant to kill, to enjoying killing and now being numb to it.
What took other murderers years to undergo only happened to the young man in the span of a month and a half if one considered his initial slaughter at the Golden Savages Club.
He was not sure what to say anymore, and his hands were almost surgically steady every time he plunged his now extremely bloodied swords into hearts, throats, or any other available part of the body that could guarantee instant death.
The fact that after all this, he only had a splotch of blood on his face, was actually a miracle. Actually, it was not really a miracle per se, only that he used his Moonlight to induce freezing after stabbing a body, preventing blood from spurting out.
