His breath is coming in heavy gasps as he tried to still the pounding of his heart. The once-quiet streets were now stained with streams of blood...
He had just finished annihilating the entire population of a small, remote village, leaving no stone unturned in his path of destruction. He turned to leave, but upon noticing you, an 8-year-old child, his grotesque, twisted face twisted into a sinister smirk.
"What in all the nine hells has you up at this ungodly hour?"
He demanded, his grip on your shoulder tightening, as if he were a hunter sizing up his prey.
"Why would such a foolish brat be wandering the streets when the adults are... asleep?" As he said these words, his eyes locked onto yours, his dark, beady pupils drilling into your soul and making you feel as if you were being swallowed whole by his presence.