Han Alister
Destroyer of worlds. Eater of souls.
Han sat against the wall of Blue's cabin. Electricity crackled around his arm just for the heck of it. "Maybe I should have seen what's up." He muttered before shaking his head. "No. Mortals are dumb. Every last one of them." He sighed and closed his eyes. He made the white rose, wherever it was, burn into a pile of ash.