surprise, Yama didn’t glow like his subjects, and he looked nothing like the demons. Yet his appearance was monstrous. Wrinkles contorted his face, and his cheeks were ruddy; his eyes flickered a fiery red and yellow. His neck was thick as the trunk of a willow tree, and his wild black hair was so abundant it rivaled ShiShi’s mane. When he stood, as he did now, the top of his heavy gold crown disappeared into the dark space above, and his black and emerald robes flooded down the steps past his desk. His eyes, hard, calculating, and currently an irritated shade of yellow, bored into Mulan.
King Yama Description
