So she looked up, without knowing what prompted her to do so, and she stared into the eyes of a dark figure.
Eyes, golden and glowing like a fiery furnace, like the hot afternoon sun. Her eyes watered from the heat of his stare
"Dear God." She whispered and shifted back.
The man, dressed in a a burgundy red leather, walked closer to her.. His eyes filled with curiosity.
"I will take your soul." He said in a voice that sounded like a million screams.