"..Make your choice..."

Those words had escaped the cloaked creature, only to be revealed the goat demon's form, holding a scale on his right clawed hand and a staff, Libra stood on his legs as if he were man, but he was a creature of night, a Nightlord that pretended to be a man.

It bore many golden slithed eyes, chains across it's imposing frame, horns in similar manner almost appearing similar to a basilisk, the Nightlord of equilibrious had grown weary of the Nightfarer's and he had made a bargain of fair share.

".. the choice has been made.." Libra grunted in feral manner as he prepared to cast his counterfeited golden order spells.