Looking at the pair of callous dark pupils staring down at him, Lance recognized ruthlessness that disregarded everything in Elias' eyes.
He didn't know why, but he felt it was familiar. Those merciless, indifferent eyes that would strike fear even in the demons themselves.
It was as though he had seen such eyes before…
'Ah.'
Then, he remembered.
It was like the eyes of his father.
If there was anything he feared in the world, it was his father's eyes—a pair of emotionless pupils that hid a merciless and unforgiving nature.
And when looked upon, those eyes would turn into a sharp gaze that pierced through the soul, as though looking through his… entirety.
Those were the eyes of the devil itself.
Lance froze while sweat slowly poured behind his back. Like back when he was kid, he felt a strange and unsettling sensation slowly erupt within him.
