His eyes are a storm where Leviathan dwells,
Black clouds, flashes of lighting
Heavy downpour, powerful tidal waves,
Demolishing everything.
Few could survive an encounter
Gazing into the eyes of a true
Monster
I am paralyzed by his glare. Even in such dull eyes I could see the demon staring at me with such lust, not sexually, but for the need to see my essence stream from me. I could hear my heart pounding painfully against my chest.
My limbs trembled; sweat slips along my temples. My first instinct is to run, be anywhere but here, but I missed my chance the moment I faced him. Fleeing was no longer an option. I was in no mood to fight, but it is as if this moment was inevitable.
We would battle here and now.
"You've caused quite the disturbance these past few decades," He spoke in such a dark, baritone, voice that makes my throat dry in anxiety. The shaft of his sword laid upon his shoulder. I saw how he gripped the handle tighter, readying himself to spar.
"Somehow, you've evaded the Soul Society, but I won't be the one to let you get away." And he smiles, revealing teeth, like a predator about to pounce on his prey.