Death incarnate has no eyes,  the reason might lie in some folktale or origin story, I am not sure, but I am sure his/her actual eyes were blotted by a greater personification of liberal abstractions or perhaps was made thus from the beginning, for he hunts with his lurking scent like a syndicate impenetrable army of what may be likened to smell but is much like a sneaking prelude of the decaying and dying flying like a black bug that comes and whispers the time and place and other informed secrets and the King is swarmed by his black bugs.   But for the Death King having no eyes in not the end of the story for obviously his power is that of no mortal, he existed in times prelife and shall remain in times postlife.  His power is such that he can materialize eyes that are apart from him in infinitude and without boundaries.

His eyes are everywhere in the shadows they lie hidden.  On the enclosed marks here and there bearing round and roundish ornaments called letters laying over everywhere committing a genocide on blank spaces in innumerable formats and each encapsulated wingding enclosed circling a potential orb peeking socket of death for any half-assed slit, eclipse, circle, or half enclosure littered like waiting surrogates borrowed a billion or one all at the same time flitting changing to look.  A power so great to lift a million images of future patrons in between the smallest amount of time and the smallest amount of time.