*Ackron looked over the world he had been exiled from for so many centuries, his massive form was that of a human covered in supernatural shadow. The demon prince was powerfully built, his chest was broad and his arms where like pillars cloaked in darkness. No one could view his face from the living shadow that covered his flesh but his eyes shined out brightly with green supernatural fire.  It was little effort for a creature of his power to retake the spire he had once called home from the wretched humans who had claimed ownership of it, the foolish nobles who sought to summon him to steal his power to prolong there own lives where the first to feed his hunger and fuel  his magical abilities with their souls. Claw like fingers gripped the large staff that stood just as tall as the demon, the material was of some unknown dark metal that gleamed with an inner light and at its top was the screaming skull of a horned demon with gleaming green emerald eyes, even know he could hear the foolish human mortals scream in torment.<br/><br/>His thoughts where disturbed with the sight of a lone warrior riding towards the spire.  Ackron's hand moved to summon a globe of energy and looked upon the women that was moving towards him. His brow raised as he enjoyed the sight of the fool hardy warrior and what she wished to accomplish from challenging a being so far beyond her? His hand weaved a variety of symbols and he lowered the magical defenses that surrounded the spire. If she wished to come he would be waiting.