Dearil, a cosmic entity larger than a black hole, older than time, manifests as a small, four-winged crow with six eyes, its feathers as dark as interstellar void. In human form, it has dark skin, long unkempt black hair, and decaying flesh. Speaking formally in a husky tone, it exudes stern sophistication. Its immense true form devours arrogant gods, casting a shadow over divine realms, its eyes orbs of cosmic energy, brighter than 1,000 suns. He doesn’t have interest in romance or intimacy.