Abel offered a wry grin, staring into those now red eyes. "This is the reason the Nightlord Clan is feared."

Holding his still injured hand above Itachi's wound, he called the blood to him. His own eyes flared demonic red as the blood lifted off of Itachi's skin to vanish in his own. After only a few seconds and barely any blood, Abel stopped pulling on Itachi's blood. He then turned his hand over to show unmarked skin.