Eyes of hell fire, brighter than a coal aflame revealed to me their menacing beauty.And bewitched, I stood bound by a reality no different from fantasy, for before me was the god spoken of in ancient hymns, the Ruler of the dead.My grip on the curtain loosen and soon my hand falls limp to my side as I stood in a daze, long enough for a look of nonchalance and a weak smile to be unable to compensate for my rude stares.This King was not atop any extravagant throne, nor a golden wreath crowned his lustrous hair like ink as he languidly leans back by his bed and under those amber eyes, even the most calmest of souls would falter, with its gaze never to be the first to avert its focus, but they were indifferent to the world, and far from welcoming."Can you cure me mortal child?" A deep voice questions in annoyance.Audibly I gulp, complaining in my heart, a sweet old man was so much better!The journey that brought me to this very moment started of with an argument, an argument that I
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