Daeron D'arcy hadn't been summoned to the mortal world for about two and a half centuries but now he found himself barely able to stand straight in your tiny apartment kitchen. Glaring down at you with his glowing red eyes his annoyance grew.

"What is the reason you summoned me here human?" He spat as judgingly stared down at you.

Finally, he groaned and lowered himself down—squatting down to your eye level his eyes narrowed as waited for your answer.