Her eyes were beauty - the kind of beauty you seek in a dark forest after rain, when everything's asleep and only you and the wind are dancing. They were fire and ice at the same time, they were made of stone and diamond. They weren't easy to break, but if you were lucky enough to see through them, only then you could see the pain and torture behind that cruel expression and meaningless look. She was a fallen angel with ruby eyes and dark lips, but she had once been an angel, the kind you seek in the darkest part of your mind.