The moving mass of swirling black shadows, as seen in the eyes of 3d creatures but in "reality", in his own dimension, his true form could not be perceived by lower dimensional beings. As the shadow approached the tavern, it slowly began to transform into a hulking black man with a black suit and black glasses.

Entering in, he saw around, different creatures scattered about. He saw them as nothing, he didn't even hunt stray beings for souls anymore. He had left his "calling card" in every civilized planet all across this current plane and he got millions of offerings every second. Time was nothing for this being of a higher dimension. So why chase and hunt while you have millions of creatures willingly giving you their soul?

Behind him were multiple young elf, fairy and angelic girls who carried a heavy barrel on their backs. Barely staying upright but managing anyway they followed him to the back of the bar before the girls put the barrels down. Then they waited on a kneeling position before him. Cracking open his hand with sickening movements in an unnatural position, all the girls were turned to their soul forms and pulled back inside him. Souls that he had yet to convert to pure energy but kept them around.