He is evil in itself. They are two interwoven entities merged into a sole existence. Evil seethes from within him, deeply rooted into the depths of the hollow cavern where his heart should be.
Contemptible, mischievous eyes; sunken cheeks; his skin paled as the wane moon that filtered through the canopy trees', the shadows crafting an abode upon his features, his aura dangerous, oozing a decaying charm.
He doesn't see it. Of course...He can't see it. He can't see the creeping silhouette that hangs indefinitely over him, the velvety figure that casts those undetachable shadows upon his features, the entity that trails behind his every step. Evil veils him like a plague. Death prances around him, spluttering obfuscated chants.
Yet he views himself as immortal, presumably outlasted the threshold of time...I marvel at such tragic ignorance.
Doesn't he know nothing lasts forever?
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