Hiiros and Cleo

The heat and flames gave way to a man, no an angel that glowed bronze and moved with the grace of a God. Eyes the color of molten steel burned with a hate so profound that she quaked from her spot on her knees among the rubble. The dark creatures that surrounded them hissed and spat and shied away from the man that radiated light from every facet. But there was nothing angelic in his expression. He looked feral and just as dangerous as the demons that seemed hell bent on tearing into her. And then he was before her, his eyes wide and confused and so very angry.

"Who?" He growled out in a low tone that rolled over her skin. She moved to her feet, refusing to cower before him and appear weak and she met his stare bravely. His own faultered, glowing orange stuttering out to reveal cold steel gray and his lips parted. "You..."