Skin, charcoal grey.
Soul, black as pitch.
Fangs, blinding white.
Breath, a brilliant blue.
The flames that rise high above the city, are red as blood.
Footsteps like booming thunder.
Retaliatory cannon fire, meek by comparison.
A deep rumble as buildings fold like playing cards.
A shrieking cry, straight from the pits of Hell.
A choking cloud of dust, thick as the air itself.
The acrid smell of smoke and flame.
The metallic taste of blood is on the air.
The sickening, weakening poison permeates everything, seeping into your bones, sealing your fate.