A rustle of black would flick across the beholder’s gaze as they were so suddenly uprooted from their former stand-point, to be within the very presence of the first ever fiend. Their wavy, black parted bangs swooned by a graze of icy wind, with his plum-red bore gaping into their eyes.

His own presence gives you a pang of a chilling sensation that rolled up your spinal cord. It’s rather volatile, and they couldn’t predict this demon…

“ Speak. “ He asserted.