The Painter's Blood

In a time before electricity, back when magic was more than mere illusion, there was a man who was not a man; and yet he was. He was a magician and a creator; and yet he was not. His works were praised far and wide, yet none could be found upon walls or tapestries.
Genos was not human, exactly; he was something more, as well as something less. Within him flowed the true blood of an artist, and yet it was not blood at all. This blood pumped through him as if organic, and it gave him life... As well as a gift.