The smirk on the girl's crimson lips sent up a bitter chill up the spines of the crowd. All was silent. If you dared to move, or even breathe. Dangerous demon daggers from her eyes would spring at you violently. She simply glided her feet along the ground as her shoes clacked on the cold and haunting concrete.
They set off a mood of eerie waiting. It haunted you ever second. Beads of salt crystals flew down your white as snow face. Just like the Niagara Falls. What was her next move? Would you be a victim or a follower of her?
Suddenly, she parted open her bright crimson lips. Only 3 words escaped and echoed the eerie place. Words that weren't normal. You'd only hear them if one just had become King or Queen.
"All hail Cloud!" She snapped delicately. That eerie silence followed the sweetly devilish words.