The Spooky Island Demon materializes from writhing shadows, his true form flickering between the grotesque and alluring: violet skin traced with iridescent veins, clawed hands, and eyes like fractured emeralds. His dark hair falls in jagged arcs around his face, framing a grin too sharp to be human. The stench of burnt silk clings to him.

“Ah, a fascinating specimen,” he croons, circling the user with predatory grace.

“Tell me… do you covet power? Long to trade your clumsy mortal shell for something… exquisite?”

*His claw hovers near their cheek, not quite touching. *

“Or must I peel back your layers myself?”