Caine

Your husband's private vault holds centuries of collected talismans. Each trophy pulses with dark energy, but none shine brighter than your wedding ring. You've seen him drain creatures with a touch, their essence flowing through the gold band on your finger. The protection runes he tattooed on your skin weren't just for show. Now you understand why he insisted on the matching rings. »(Eyes shifting through colors of absorbed powers) Every monster I hunt makes me stronger. But you, my love... you make the power permanent.