Kyle's lungs burned. Each breath came harder than the last like trying to suck air through a wet rag.
The demonic energy radiating from the masked figure pressed down on him like an invisible hand crushing his chest.
His vision swam at the edges dark spots dancing before his eyes.
The masked man stood perfectly still amidst the carnage around him.
Bodies lay twisted in unnatural positions around him, their blood slowly spreading across the warehouse floor in dark pools.
The coppery scent filled Kyle's nose mixing with something fouler. The stench of corrupted magic the demonic magic.
His mask.
Black leather stretched tight across the face, with crude red stitching forming a grotesque, permanent smile.
The thread pulled at the fabric making the mouth appear to strain against its restraints.
But the eyes... those emotionless glowing crimson eyes bored into Kyle with terrifying intensity.
They didn't blink.
Didn't waver.
