Past tense issue :(

Hello! I have some problems with the past perfect in the second paragraph. I meant it to happen a long time ago so I used only past perfect tense, but I am not sure if it is correct. I put the first paragraph only to clarify the second, to make sense. The character-narrator is imaginig all the story about the demon as if it happened a long time ago. Also, I have to say that I wrote the entire composition using past tenses.

Please correct the verb tenses!

(A cover picture of a dark-haired, black-eyed woman with a caramel Arabic dress and a beautiful veil stripped with gold and flowered with red roses caught my eye. Her eyes were fox like, hypnotically attracted me with their glamour, I suddenly felt like trapped in a spider’s web, a first class illusion, so I focused on the central point, which was black, and from there was born an entire sphere, the lines surrounding it, increasing constantly. My eyes were slipping, melting in the picturesque atmosphere of the never-ending circles- her dark eyes. An illusion or a portal, what could it be? Her lips were smiling and slightly exposed the whiteness of her teeth, little pearls illuminating her face. I saw that the book was marked with a red drawing in a corner- a caricatural demon with a wicked, broad smirk and eyes that gazed with a strange, fixed look, and maybe it could be Lucifer himself, veiled in his dark cloak. I was frightened; it really was creepy when I saw the dark creature with crooked teeth. “The Arabian nights” was named the book.)

Could you imagine, my beloved reader, a young and frail princess kidnapped by a strange Muslim who had taken her on a magical, flying carpet, sailing in the starless night of September and then had imprisoned in his underground empire? The mysterious Arab had smirked in a strange way and he had had long nails, sharp eyebrows and, hiding in his large hat, goat horns. He had revealed himself unintentionally to the terrified princess, who had become meek, weak, little and had hidden in a corner, and lot of anger had exploded, his nostrils had come off a lot of steam and heat, he had been barking and spitting, his hands and legs had been caught in a spasmodic tumult, while his eyes had turned red, a bloody red. Lots of strange and enigmatic words had come from his huge mouth, screaming them with fury and greed in a liturgical tongue, louder and louder, and, at the same time, lots of black bubbles and foam had drooled at his mouth, staining all his monstrous face. He had been dancing in a chaotic way, with his hands up, losing his dancing steps on an invisible rink and finally collapsed, exhausted, but, what is more, his magnetic red eyes hadn’t closed and had been shining forever in darkness, sometimes rolling around, without closing them down even for a second.