124 The Devil Behind the Curves (***)

Disarming, provocative but oh so consuming, Mithras' voice was like a choir of drum-beating beasts and singing angels in the female students' ears. Celestia was no different, her heart rate speeding up even as her mood soured at Mithras' appearance. 

Handsome? Oh, yes. Unparalleled? Maybe. But light? The Sun? Why was it that so many saw light and transcendent perfection in that man? Celestia couldn't understand, because from the moment she'd first gazed at him trading mountain-destroying blows with the legendary Blood Emperor, Celestia could tell…that the man now sitting on Springtime City's throne was…a beast--plain and simple! 

Those were the eyes of a beast, a lawless and ferocious monster biding its time as it waited for the day it'd be unleashed on the world to ravage all in creation!