Gods he was bored!  Sitting around in his mansion, currently in his study,<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Ffavim.com%2Fimage%2F2295982%2F&amp;hash=53b88d3cb3e15f9bbdc0a72af18fa6e8" href="https://favim.com/image/2295982/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Synister Night</a>plucked a single midnight black clove cigarette from his vest pocket and put it between his lips.  Lighting a match against his boot heel he brought the bright flame to the head of his clove and inhaled deeply feeling that tingle in the back of his throat as the smoke traveled down.  Flicking his wrist to extinguish the flame he set the match in his ash tray and after a few moments a billow of thick white smoke rolled out of his nose.  Leaning his head back on his shoulders he rake a hand through his midnight black hair before lacing his gloved fingers behind his head.  '<i>Bored. Bored. Bored</i>.' was the reoccurring thought bouncing around in his mind.  Spending nearly seven hundred years consuming anyone who stood in his way and fighting for every square inch of his territory, Syn now ruled over a territory roughly the size of Texas and he ruled it with absolute dominance.<br/><br/>Being a Shadow demon gave him an eye on everyone thanks to the ever present shadow voids around his lands.  Anywhere there was a shadow, Syn was able to see and reach.  His minions never thought of betraying him simply because they lived too good and they knew that no where was safe.  So...that meant he was unchallenged and BORED!  As he sat in his chair brooding over what to do, one of his minions was calling for his help.  This was something a bit out of the ordinary since there was little to no threat that a Hell Cat couldn't handle unless it was a rank higher and he didn't sense anything.  Opening his mind to see things a bit clearer he noticed that the Hell Cat was fairly young and currently in the human realm.  Sitting up he opened a shadow void and stepped inside, coming out right in the middle of the void that the Witch had left open and keeping it open with his own magic.<br/><br/>As he stepped into the human realm, all the Witch would see is a billow of black smoke, forming what looked like a mini tornado right behind the Hell Cat.  From that black smoke, a pair of crimson red<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Ffastfrag.ru%2Fmembers%2Fdukuu.9679%2F&amp;hash=d684f0c6f779fe4f58455fe73224a4f5" href="https://fastfrag.ru/members/dukuu.9679/" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">eyes</a>that looked like they belonged to a serpent, showed through the smoke.  The smoke soon calmed and dispersed around his feet as he stood in the middle of the black charred soil.  He was dressed like he'd just been to a funeral.  Black tailored dress pants, a black silk dress shirt, with another black silk dress vest over.  The only sign of color on him was his tie, which was a crimson red tie to match the eerie color of his eyes.  Clove still in his mouth he plucked it from his lips, holding it between his middle and index finger before crouching down and looking at the Hell Cat.  Snapping his fingers a shadow void opened and Syn sent the cat back home.<br/><br/>Looking at the Witch in front of him he too was about to go home when he stopped.  The amount of power laying dormant in this female was monstrous, easily rivaling that of a Master Warlock if she knew how to unlock it and control it.  The power was raw, untapped and still in infancy yes but it was potent.  Smirking a bit he searched her mind, seeing what this female was like and she reminded him a lot of himself when he was younger.  She had drive...when it suited her.  Chuckling a bit, Syn closed the doorway himself before taking a long drag of his cigarette.  Dropping the clove to the soil he pressed a steel toed boot to it, blowing the smoke to the side as he focused his eyes on the female.<br/><br/>"Good evening Witch.  My apologies but the kitty you summoned was too young and not wanting to help a Witch.  So, I've taken it's place.  Synister Night, at your service."<br/>He said in a smooth tone, a slight old English accent to his voice as he smirked and placed his left hand over his chest and bowed slightly at the waist.  He made no mention of what his ranking was, or what kind of demon he was simply because he was curious if she'd be able to tell.  Any Witch with half a brain would feel the power vibrating off of him and know that he was a Demon Lord.  However it would take an acute insight on magic to know he was an S-class.