Those eyes just rubbed Augustus in the wrong way, maybe it was because the eyes were colored with pain, anger, despair, and lust. As if the Champion was in great pain, yet he lusted for more of it, even though it must be suffering greatly, a part of it still lusted for that pain.
Augustus knew this was the chief personality of the Abomination Champion, and like anything from this foul race, it was terrifying. It only asked questions, and the first time Augustus failed to reply to its query, he… Augustus shuddered, the memories were like acid in his head, recalling it made him wish he was dead.
