Wreathed in Blood

The figure was nothing more than a speck of dust in comparison to the size of the Moon, and yet as he walked forward, it felt as though the Moon had lit itself on fire to herald his appearance.

The sound of billions of heartbeats beating in unison began to drum across the skies. The entire world seemed to resonate with the footsteps of this young man as he took one step after another.

Despite his seemingly slow pace, he crossed countless kilometers with every stride, and by the time he had come close enough for his features to be differentiable from the blazing Moon to his back, the shock that took hold of those watching him was enough to stop their hearts entirely.

Leonel slowly walked through the skies, his gaze frighteningly cold and his lips pinched into a line.

Wisps of red fog came from his eyes, his breath and his hair, the menacing stench of blood rising into the skies.