Satan calmly stared back at the sharp gaze exuded by a pair of dark purple eyes. He couldn't begin to fathom the sheer depth of emotion behind them; they represented pure malice, yet beneath that venom, Satan spotted a truly unexpected emotion: a single, faint speck of fear.
He had no time nor need to admire his skill for reading emotions; he did what he could immediately pull off.
The room grew heavy. Not metaphorically — actually heavy. The kind of pressure that made your bones feel like old wood in a storm. Inanimate objects, bless their innocent little souls, began to crumple as if trying to politely excuse themselves from existence. The chandelier overhead gave a sympathetic creak, decided it wasn't paid enough for this, and shattered under the invisible weight.
