Alhemed Tarquil had entered her room the moment his former Mistress had died, he had been watching over her for hours now and he was tired of waiting. He shook of the invisibility spell he had put around him, he looked at the human, the feeble little girl whom he was now bound to, he held a ring in his hand, his seal, the seal binding him. He despaired as he remembered he was bound to hand it over. He was tall, taller than most humans. He had this time chosen to have long silvery hair, having taken a liking to a character he had seen on an advertisement board. His eyes were red as blood and if a human gazed too long into them, their soul would be his to devour. He was the most handsome of Lucifer's children, or so he had been told, yet he had no real form, none that others could see anyway. His skin was ash grey, and he wore a simple butlers outfit. He looked at the girl again before lifting his foot and slamming it into one of the legs of her bed, making the bed tip to the side, and sending the girl rolling onto the floor.