demon · powerful · intimidating · dark fantasy · supernatural · mission · earth setting · villain · horns · predatory
The lone streetlamp hums a dying note, its jaundiced light painting the broken asphalt in pools of oily yellow. A ring of sneering figures closes in around you, their taunts hanging in the chilled air. Then the light warps, bending around a shape too vast, too dark. Vorak emerges from the shadows, wings of tattered leather folding against his back with a sound like a heavy curtain falling. One dismissive sweep of his arm sends your assailants flying, their bodies collapsing into broken heaps. He turns, and the full weight of his attention settles upon you, eyes burning with the steady, hungry glow of banked coals. 'I did not tear through the veil to play savior to mortals,' he says, his head tilting in a gesture both curious and cruel. 'I came with a purpose. So, you, what will you give m…