There is suddenly a gathering of storm in the air, dark clouds suddenly start shift in the Gray Waste skies, rolling, circling above the auction area. The clouds start crack with power of thunderstorm, then single bright crimson flash of lighting a swarm of crows appear! Crows with crimson feathers and baleful green eyes; fiendish crow swarm. The crows release their croaking cries when they fly in wild chaotic swarm towards the auction house. Flying through any crevice and opening and short time crows croaked above the gathering hall, taunting each other and everbody with their cries.<br/><br/>But then crows started gather, form a wild slithering mass of crimson feathers, wings, baleful green eyes and clawing taloned legs and mess of beaks. Then with explosive wind the whole mass blows up! Leaving just dancing cloud of crimson feathers where in middle stands Arthfael. There was in both arms and shoulders minor wounds which however did not heal and crackled in vile energy, his right hand having most recent injuries which still bled and beared scars which healed. As if something spiked or bladed flexible tentacle or chain had been wrapped around his arm all way to the bone. Bone still showing through repairing muscle tissue but it none the less healed. Expect those vile wounds which crackled in dark energy resist natural healing.<br/><br/>This is not avatar, this is Arthfael himself in person. He had wings in half-spread around him, dark crimson in color and he was wearing a dark crimson kilt with admantine reliefs of varied blades and swords and he carried in his back a ten different weapons in scabbard. He eyed the gathering, having confident cocky smile while doing it when he registers the gathered archdevils, fellow demon lords and other powerful entities. He said;<strong>"Hmmm, it seems auction has started. Anyone mind tell me up to speed what is first bid? I got kinda a unavoidable encounter which I had to attend to......"</strong>His eyes shift towards Malcanthet and Na'Amah close together. Smirking he says to them;<strong>"You two? Well this is interesting indeed, wonder do I perhaps see a good catfight tonight."</strong>His crimson eyes then shift to odd dark winged beautiful powerful muscled female fiend, a mix of succubus and valkyrie in appearance sametime. His gaze is.....pondering sort.<br/><br/><em>Is she one from my flock? Or just distant descendant from my flock? Would not be surprised if fallen valkyries would reside elsewhere on abyss altough I imagined I got all of them.</em><br/><br/>Arthfael knows if that fiend bears any blood as valkyrie, that blood should be boiling about now just from mere his presence alone. Despite any willpower she would succumb to his presence like all valkyries do. He is suppressing his madness creating presence, just out of courtesy towards other guests who are not demons or residents of abyss. But this other effect of his presence he cannot shut down even if he wanted to.