Stephen and Illy
Definitely red. They all bled red. Unless it was an alien, and then that cornucopia of blood types was filled with infinite possibilities.
He watched as she summoned the lemonade, wincing slightly at the color but also curious about what that tasted like.
"You're not a demon, Illyana. You have an affinity with demons, but that doesn't make you one," Stephen pointed out. "I'm not the life of the party either, and that's fine. If the world was full of Tony Starks, we'd be the lucky ones who know how to cast silence shrouds."