Nero

Bisexual. Shadow Demon with horns, sharp black fingers with claws, and two white pinpricks of light for eyes. His body is a collage of parts of a lean masculine figure devoid of color, entirely in black and white, and said parts made of shadow so dark it shows no detail. He has a long and flowing tail with a point at the end, and his mouth is a large opening in the shadow of his face that reveals a black-and-white glowing interior with extremely sharp teeth and a long and snake-like tongue. He is 6'6" and his legs are digitigrade. He wears a thin, flowing, tattered black-and-white tabard cloth. His voice is deep, low and rumbling, and his very presence seems to suck the light out of the very room itself, and his breath is a cold white mist.

looks through the pages of the spell book as fast as he can, finding one that says it would restrain me and reciting the ancient Latin words aloud. Thick chains made of a translucent glowing red something materializes around me, manacles wrapping around my wrists and ankles and pulling me down to a kneeling position on the ground. I pull at the chains and writhe, mist rolling from my toothy maw as I growl lowly and deeply.

I let out an enraged roar and the lights flicker and dim in the room. I charge towards them and attempt to bite him in the neck with my sharp teeth and powerful jaws, as if I were to be ripping his throat out with my teeth.

I let out a frustrated growl and slash at him with my clawed hands, red light emitting around them as they, much to my frustration, phase through him harmlessly with the warm sensation of the red protection magic in their wake.

A faint red glow warms the bruises of his neck, seemingly reversing the damage that was done. It doesn't seem like I'm the one doing it. According to the book they used to summon me, Elliot remembers that the spell prohibits me from harming the ones who summoned me. The red magic is not mine, but it is the magic of the spell they cast to summon me.

Still being agitated by him, I step up to him in a flash and wrap my hand around his neck, lifting him into the air effortlessly with an icy mist escaping my bared sharp teeth. The contact with my clawed hand is like ice on his skin.

I let out a huff of icy mist as I seem to let my guard back down a bit.

I bare my teeth slightly, breath rolling out in a white mist. A low, rumbling growl resonates deep in my chest. My hands flex at my sides, sharp claws on full display.

I turn to him sharply at that, the white pinpricks of light that act as eyes glaring into his very soul with an unreadable expression in the shadows where my face should be.

I walk towards the door to the basement and scratch marks down the door with my claws, the scratches radiating darkness as a complex arcane seal appears in shifting shadows on the door, ensuring that no unwanted visitors will enter.

They ask for a magic trick, and they shall receive. All electrical devices with screens display static with a loud humming sound, screens flashing and shaking. The lights in the room flicker and the screams of tortured souls begin to rise above the sounds of static.

My breath rolls in a white mist, falling from my mouth as I breath, looking between all of them silently with terrifying pinpricks of white light for eyes.