Flames flickered gently in the damp cave, lighting the space ahead. Directly in the center of the room, a stone throne that looked to be carved from the ceiling and floor. Seated in it was a light-skinned Demon, one of his legs draped over the other and an old, dusty book in his hands. He flipped through the fragile pages, his dark eyes instantly scanning the text.<br/><br/><b>"That's what The Giver meant, hmm..?"</b>he mumbled; his appearance was utterly calm, but any who walked into contact with him would feel the rage and power that emanated from him. This was the gift - or a curse, however you choose to look at it - of the Virgus Demons. His thin, jagged black tail whipped around as black ink covered his skin, and vanished slowly. Shura expected his courtesan at any moment, just to walk into the room with everything she had. That's what attracted him to her: power.