It was like being born again, in a sense. The constant background noise of the screaming, suffering souls died away completely and the smell of sulfur was soon to follow. Instead this new world smelled like (idek what candle Aspen likes, so I'm going to say lavender?) flowers. The heat of hells embers gave way to what he could only describe as frigid cold- which of course was only room temperature for earth. All these new things assaulted his senses- he was grateful for the darkness. As he materialized from the shadows he stood at the center of her extinguished summoning circle. With all five eyes he took in her room- although he did not understand what it was at first- and then gazed down on her.

Xezerom tilted his head and crouched before her to get at an eye level. He flared his nostrils as he sensed her heart rate, which was was rapid and unsteady. A forked tail swished behind him. Demons knew very little about humans. They were seen as toys for entertainment for most or tools to be used to carry out Satan's Task. From his basic knowledge he understood that humans loved to sin- or, at least, were stupid enough to unknowingly fall in to sin. He was also aware that, like demons, they had genders. Although he was unsure exactly if this creature before him was female or male- or perhaps both genders, like some demons back home.

The room was horrifyingly quiet. He noticed that he was breathing heavily. The demon closed his other eyes and slit the remaining two at the girl,

"I've come to retrieve the offered soul." A voice like knives cut the air between them. His tail swished again, scattering the candles near it. A puff of smoke burst next to him and a parchment floated there. He held up a clawed hand to her, offering to take her hand,

"I must sign with your blood."

The satisfaction that came from hearing his own voice slither about this quiet room tickled him. By now the shadows that had transported him to this plane were receding, thanks to his having broken the circle, and now his body was solidifying. He towered over her- a giant of about six almost seven feet, with dark red skin and black hands and feet. The ink of his eyes reflected her face in them and were unnervingly invasive. He had some loose pants on but otherwise he was naked. The markings about his shoulders (which i forgot to draw whoops) were only now dimming, for he had successfully reached the target. Horns sat atop his head and jutted out from his forehead, newly sharpened and polished. As far as demons come he was pretty plain looking.

When he spoke his curved teeth, sharpened and engraved with designs, could be seen fencing a forked purple tongue.