Her eyes. Cold, hard, piercing, and without a trace of fear. Staring down at him from her crystal prison suspended in the air. He could brutalize her, bully her, threaten all he wanted, but he could never escape those eyes. It was as though she knew he could never really harm her. His heart was wracked with conflict every time he so much as looked upon her face. How his desire to wipe her out was never apart from his desire to take her up in his arms and kiss her made no sense to him. He was a monster; a cruel beast who had destroyed everything that had ever been close to him. To experience true and natural love was beyond his reach. His longing for the heart of a beautiful strong woman like her would never be fulfilled, and he knew it more than anything. He was a dead man, he had been dead inside for as long as he could remember, and when the Hero came all would be finished. There was one she looked on with respect: The Hero. She gave him the gift of her gaze, full of honor for the savior of the kingdom. She never looked upon anyone but the Hero in that way, least of all him. All she looked at him with was utter contempt, and perhaps… pity. Yes, pity! Pity on him, the Great Master of Evil! His very presence demanded fear and respect from most, but never from her. Only contempt for his evil works and pity for the pathetic, loveless creature he really was. The Hero is coming now, he can sense it. Once the Hero enters he will be forced to fight by mere compulsion. The battle is already lost, and yet he will fight. Always under the piercing gaze of… Her eyes.