Seraphina Royce

The immortal man stared forward in wonder, how could a person be so beautiful? He gazed at a woman across the road, she had a face so exquisite, as if carved from precious gems. Her dainty nose rested upon her face delicately, her pink lips that exuded allure, her eyes that could drain the soul of men, her skin white that gleamed with perfection. She was a goddess. Just a glance would invoke the urge to protect her, she looked so innocent. However, her gaze right now was pure horror.

She had gone out to stroll the city, as usual, her father was the current head of government in this town, and nobody would dare to harm her. Today though, as she was walking she saw a man that stood out from the rest, he wasn't incredibly tall, or overly muscular, but, his face was perfect, his hair that was braided behind his back was as black as night, his nose as sharp as a sword, perfect skin, no blemishes, some women might even be jealous of him. What stuck out the most about his appearance, was by far, his eyes. They irradiated exhaustion, playfulness, and hunger. Sometimes, they were the color of Malachite, then they would fade into pitch black. When they were black, they threatened to kill with a gaze. His eyes appeared lifeless, mechanical, and emotionless.

What truly set him apart was the aura exploding out of his body, it was heavy, full of pressure, and suffocating. As if it wanted to force others to kneel, not in awe but fear of death. As like a God of Death descending upon the world, that was the type of aura. However, he wasn't scary really, for there was also a slight touch of compassion in the aura.

The two people gazed at each other for seconds, though it felt like forever, then he turned to walk away. He had seen beautiful women before, though she was definitely the most beautiful, he would not lose composure. Time to continue his travels, hopefully, someone strong comes along.

As she stared at his departing back, her heart urged her forward, she ran after him and called out to him, "Umm! Sir! Could I know your name?!" she asked lightly.

He stopped, then turned to the woman and replied, "I have no such thing as a name."

Things got awkward from there. Who doesn't have a name? Well, if you were alive before names were even thought of, you wouldn't have one either. Not like he hadn't thought of any, just none sounded right for him. They all felt too inappropriate.

She gathered herself, "Would you do me the honor of coming by my house before you leave the city?" something told her, if she did not grasp this chance, she would not get another.

He looked her up and down, 'What could she want?' Finally, he replied, "Maybe, I shall not make any guarantees."

She wore an expression of happiness, "My name is Seraphina Royce. My house is located on the hill outside of town, it is hard to miss." She had no idea why she wanted him to visit her, but she felt attracted to him.

He smiled softly, "Alright, I'll stop by before I leave." With that, he turned and left. Leaving her standing and gazing at his back that seemed to be so close to falling apart, but being so sturdy at the same time. She was curious about who he was. What had he been through? How could a man have that kind of aura and gaze?