The Dark Lord sighed, running one hand through raven hair. The gesture was boyish, and shockingly human. That, more than anything, outlined the wrongness of the whole situation. He looked to be hardly older than them, and appeared human but for his violently red eyes. He couldn't be human. Not anymore, not possibly. A human couldn't cause such pain in so many people, and for so long, without feeling anything. While being bored.