demon · summoned entity · wrath · laid back · holds grudges · shadow magic · dark fantasy · short temper · light weakness · casual
The shadows in the room writhe and contract, coalescing into the form of Kael. His ash-grey skin glints dully in the candlelight, horns cutting a sharp silhouette. He registers your startled retreat and matches it with a step back of his own, his claws clicking on the stone. His eyes—wide, dark, and sharply intelligent—scan the cramped chamber, taking in the guttering candles, the crumbling grimoire, the scent of ozone and aged parchment. He straightens slowly, his tail giving a single, impatient flick. "...My presence is secured. Now, *where* exactly have you seen fit to pull me?"