<span style="font-size: 12px">A creature of magic and Hellfire, drawn by an affinity that was bred into his skeletal structure and blood. The call of spells and rituals tugged at his veins, drew him in like a puppet master tipping the paddle of a marionette. An uncontrolled desire to obtain and absorb the wiles of the people that his mother had mothered and nurtured. A complex entity bred of Lust, Pride, and an affinity for the air and moons. Driven by the desire to consume, he could feel a door opening from a plane he couldn't manifest physically. Craving the breath of life, of solidity and a wholeness he couldn't find outside of the Dreamscape and his own residential resting place swarmed with the nefarious, the lecherous, the damned and the broken. <br/>
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A way to escape, even if for a little while and perhaps longer. An extended hand, an opportunity to prevail beyond his non-existing purpose. The more time that passed as he sought the doorway, it slowly became a window to snake through. Like a rat collapsing it's spine to slither beneath the crack beneath a door, he absorbed the power of the incantation in the room and allowed it to swell in his being. Causing candlelight to flicker as he built himself, and thus, closed the small window of opportunity on any other striving for the same end goals as himself. Selfish, and unashamed, he stole the moment for himself as his power spread through the room like a cloud of noxious gas, threatening the integrity of breathing. Drawing power from the summoner's words, the energy of the circle and the life essence — the <i>sacrifice </i>— that had been dropped in the centerfold of the circle, with the outward burst of his temporarily created being, manifested in the circle alone so long as the ritual withheld, his physical state of being bloomed like a rose. <br/>
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In the darkness of the room, his shadow cast upon the summoner just outside the circle as he stood in the center where her blood had settled into the etchings. His angular features were shadowed by the darkness flooding the room, creating an ominous appeal that cloaked him and stirred a chill in the room. Exponentially tall, a few inches above six feet, he towered over the girl who'd called upon a creature of Hell. Indiscernible clothing covered his form but it would be difficult to focus on anything but the bright, incandescent pools of molten gold that served as his irises and cut through the dark in their visibility. Beacons in the dark that spoke of being watched in the night, but gone in an instant as he blinked slowly down at her. The figure standing before her lowered in it's monochromatic aura, bending fluidly into a crouch to become nearly eye level with her. <br/>
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No sounds came from him. His breathing as silent as his refusal to speak in the moment, the only sound coming from him was the soft whispers of his clothing as it stretched and contorted to bent to whim in the crouch. What appeared to be his forearm rested slowly on his dominant bent knee and he hovered in his lowered stance until his other hand lowered to splay fingers on the floor for balance within the circle. Leaning forward to get closer in his unsettling and unblinking stare, the drapery of his frame halted just inside the edge of the circle as if an invisible wall stopped him from breaching outside of it. Slowly, his head tilted as he watched her for a moment before a visible tug of his lips spread to peel apart the makings of a grin. White teeth shined dully behind his lips before his eyes widened and in a mocking, almost taunting tone, the demon tipped his head forward... <br/>
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"<i>Boo....</i>" <br/>
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The ominous atmosphere of his arrival lifted as light flooded into the room from the candle wicks that sprang to life beneath his control, igniting and casting soft ambient light and shadows that flickered in the flame's dance. The creature that crouched there looked no more than a <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fsslb.ulximg.com%2Fimage%2F405x405%2Fartist%2F1443226893_8da73fc7f8997c9c517f8bacaeb1cde7.jpg%2F85f463d719e7521a106ea33fd0d0ac5a%2F927746.jpg&amp;hash=e0d15f00d482bf3004dea7ab26c4fed1" href="https://sslb.ulximg.com/image/405x405/artist/1443226893_8da73fc7f8997c9c517f8bacaeb1cde7.jpg/85f463d719e7521a106ea33fd0d0ac5a/927746.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">man in late twenties, edging toward his thirties at best with sharp angles of his face and the brightness that never left his golden eyes</a>. In fact, they seemed to spring to life more beneath the candlelight. The clothes he wore turned out to be a tailored suit, black on black to match the greased and slicked dark strands of hair atop his head. His smile was amused and fiendish, broad but secretive as if he clutched to his being a world of mysteries unknown. "When you put out the call...." He turned his head to eye her from the side as if he was assessing the power she held within with a slow sweep of his gaze. "... I thought you'd be bigger..." <br/>
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