Escape was the last thing on the Drow’s mind, actually as of those last few seconds, he had no mind., or more, it was locked away. No no, there was no escape for him. As he watched the man before him literally ripped limb from limb, the gore spattering and spraying all over as the drug enhanced blood pressure of the man vented into the bar room. Blood. So much of it. It had a hold on the Drow, as his mind struggled to keep control over the powers he utilized. 

Indeed, every time he used something of such magnitude, he opened himself as a conduit to the demon within. Every word must be correct, every enunciation flawless, and his concentration unbroken. But then the Monk pulverized the foundation of the building, and Zakarius let his mind slip for the briefest hint of a second…

I forgot to save a bottle of that liquor…

It was all it took, his mind occupied by something other than the deadly task at hand, and the Demon took over with no notice. The result was a bloodcurdling bellow, like thousands of tortured souls in anger, never quite drowned out by the crumbling of the building. Timber and stone fell in, a cloud of carcinogenic dust wafting high into the sky. There was never silence, even as the last stone was rolling to the earth, the result would shift and rumble, never settling. The screams and hollering would start again as an ashen purple arm punched through a fallen wall, smashing through the glass pane. A soul. It was hungry. It would be sated or defeated. And it was coming.

It was still weak. For it had no soul to feed as it came into reality, but its ferocity and hunger went hand in hand, pulling forth the body of its host from the debris. The description was simple, for the personality that this Demon had was in no way vane; but his personality was not in question. The skin of Zakarius had gone completely black, still garbed with the soft black silk robe. His body was completely humanoid still, keeping every attribute of Zakarius, save his face. The face of what emerged was non-existent, featureless, blank skin pulled over where a jaw, nose, and eye sockets would be. But the roar was very real, from the very molecules in the air around him. 

It stayed waist deep within the rubble, weary to advance, but its head fell back, far from cheated as arms opened. Another scream, piercing high into the sky as the very air rippled around him, enacting powers from its arsenal. Eyes sights were set upon the bright soul, retreating from the wreckage. Slowly it righted its vision, below releasing two blows with its fists into the earth, the resulting tremors easily heard and felt within a halfmile.