In a plume of sulphur and brimstone he arrived, kneeling in the center of the sigil. He slowly rose on sandaled feet, leather pants clinging to his lean body. The candles lining the room cast it in a dark glow, illuminating his deep purple skin, raven black hair, and two dark horns curling back from his forehead. He straightened out, his mouth upturned in roguish smile as he opened his eyes, an unnatural gold on black. "So, is it you who..." His smile fell. "...summoned... me?"
