Without a word, only the sound of his boots heralding his arrival, a demonic-looking figure strode into the library. He was garbed in red leather with elaborate green flames decorating it. His form was human, mostly, with short horns sticking out of his brown hair, and wings extending from his backs. There were two other individuals here, one who was clearly whatever he was; a dark night garbed in truly wicked looking armour, but with a far darker power about him. The other was a bit of a mystery, however, in that she appeared to be a simple little imp creature; the dark power swirling around her clearly disagreed with the image of frailty before him.<br/><br/>He shrugged; neither was something he needed to fear nor, at this time, even concern himself with. Without a word, he went to the bookshelf, standing next to the armoured man, and began to peruse the library materials with his scaly, clawed hands.