This took me a hour to get right, the best part is no photoshop is used or anything. This is straight off Second Life, the lighting took forever but..
THIS is my favorite shot of Alexiel, this sums up his character in so many different ways.


"The wind came howling, howling, around the corner of the castle, into the little plot of garden where I stood, and blasted into me, tearing at my hair and clothing. It forced me to whirl around and look towards whence it came, as I still clutched the rose, like a guilty thief caught in the act of his heinous crime, in my hand.
“So, Sir!”
Oh, that voice! I had never heard anything like it! It was a voice filled with immense power, and anger. I wanted to cower down on the green turf at my feet and hide myself from it and its owner, in any possible way. It seemed to be the voice of a man, but no man could have had such a voice. It was deep and baritone—rasping in terrible fury—thunderous and cold.

Dragged on by an inclination that I could not explain, I dared to look up, and saw an awful figure coming directly towards me.
How can I describe how terror-inspiring it was? Even the most descriptive and specific words cannot properly convey the dreadful specter that I beheld in that moment!
The creature was clothed entirely in black, wearing a cloak that billowed out about it in the gusting wind, lashing and snapping and unfurling in the wake of its wearer’s stride. It seemed to glide over the grass, instead of walking on it—and I fancied, in that horror-filled moment, in which my mind went entirely numb with fear, that I saw the grass wilting, shrinking back and dying beneath it, as if even the ground itself was too paralyzed with fear to live, when such a thing was so nearby.

I made the profound mistake of allowing my gaze to remain where it was, and was favored with a view of the coldest, most heartless, soulless, and unfeeling eyes I had ever seen. They were of an icy shade of green , with a ring and spokes of a darker shade of that color going around their irises, and spiking into their centers.
The total absence of light and emotion in those eyes told me that begging for forgiveness for my transgression, even my life, would have no effect on the owner of those eyes. He would be merciless ." - From "Blood and Silk" by Me.