As their eyes met there was a simultaneous reaction as they both inhaled a sharp breath at the sight of each other.
The Demon King then smirked, his eyes narrowing appreciatively as he thrummed with amused enjoyment.
Kysenia was breathless.
She had hoped he would be repulsive, although she knew by all reported accounts that he wasn’t, high ranking demons weren’t, but she hadn’t expected to look up into the eyes of such an amazing emerald green, dancing with flecks of golden light, the pupils like cat’s eye slits ringed with a line of fiery red, the sclera of his eyes were completely black, enhancing the brilliance of the colours in the iris.
He stood nearly seven feet tall at a guess, wearing all black with armoured gauntlets and pauldrons - enamelled black and ornately etched in gold
