Risa.

Screams echoed down the halls and blood pooled on the floor as if the palace itself was suffering from this calamity. The once flourishing gardens that were green and blue and the unforgettable bright yellow, now were a charcoal black, limp and dead. The curdling screams continued as maids and servants ran in the halls, trying to escape the madness occurring within the palace. Fear was inflicted into the very essence of their cores. The palace halls were filled with guests from the party trying to escape from the massacre that was occurring in the ballroom. Their faces full of terror and splotched with blood that was either their own or their partner’s.
The center of this chaos was a man, a man dressed in all white. Not a touch of red was on his pure silk suit. The paleness of his skin and hair matched his clothing almost exactly. He would seem like any normal man except that his eyes were different. His eyes were a startling red, almost as if they were blood itself. His eyes showed no remorse for the dead that laid around him, though, it looked as if he was enjoying it, thirsting for more bloodshed to be brought down by his own hands. His eyes soaked up the screams and the death sorrounding him, but his hunger for more continued. He searched the crowd for more victims and continued to kill with his long scepter, which had no blood on it whatsoever, as if it were doing the same as his eyes, soaking it up.