Seated at a throne cast in darkness is a horned form. A faint-red glow shines from two points of light that cast sinister shadows across crimson skin. Beneath the lights, curled in a devious grin, his top lip curls revealing a mouthful of too-sharp scintillatingly white teeth. His mouth framed by a dark goatee, he stands and places one hoof in front of the other and steps into the light. Towering higher than you expected, garbed in high-quality silks and linen his imposing figure stands. The long thin fingers of his right hand, each ending in a pitch-black pointed claw firmly grasp his staff. The night-black staff topped with a ruby cut with 666 facets, glimmers menacingly in the light, each refraction shining images of countless tortured souls on the surrounding surfaces. He asks in a velvet tone, ” Shall we begin?” – Requested by (Alias: Faustus Cazer Alwyn)