Israfel stands tall with straight posture as he stares ahead of himself, disdain in his green serpentine eyes. His demon features start to form as he bristles. His short black horns sprouting from the top of his skull and a long slick reptilian tail whips by his feet. Small green scales on his cool pale skin.

He stands with his back towards a railway track with a few abandoned cargo crates sitting on them. In Israfels hand he grips an aerosol can of neon green spray paint, the color matches that of the painting on the crate.

"What do you want?"