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.