Beren had seen a demon once, years ago. It had almost ripped him out of his sanity, not to mention his heart from his chest. He couldn't know the extent of their kind or the trillion variations from hellish creation. But that thing in front of them wasn't a demon, he was certain. Somehow, he knew. 

It was an Outsider. One of the denizens of the void. 

It's head was elongated and yet squat, though it was hard to discern where its eyes were. Spikes protruded along its cranium. Every movement it made was strange, ethereal, and yet wholly abnormal. It moved like an infant horse that had just hit the ground after having been birthed, and yet when it did move, it was hard to decipher and watch the movements. It 'glugged' if one might call it that, almost a chortle sound. Beren felt a wave of disgust rise up in him. 

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Jocasta whispered, crawling backwards towards Beren. 

The creature shuddered, the very atmosphere an alien feeling to the being. It opened its maw and let out a gasping growl, and suddenly it began to mold and morph into another form. Its body contorted, if it had bones they snapped, if it had skin it changed. Over the course of a few moments, it went from a monstrosity to what might pass as a man. And yet there was something still quite disturbing about him. 

Beren blinked, his breathing coming in shallow. The thing's hair and eyes...somehow he couldn't decipher what color they were, and yet he looked right at the thing. 

"What realm is this?" It asked, speaking in a tongue spoken before the stars burned. It moved it hands as it spoke, as if getting used to its new form. Somehow the message entered Beren and Jocasta's heads, perfectly translated. They were a bit too preoccupied with staring to answer. "No matter. You boy, why do you not kneel like the woman?" 

"I'm not that kinda guy," He said lightly, breaking the tension. Jocasta looked up at him, and he looked down at her and smiled, trying to be reassuring to the both of them. 

"Beren, I advise listening to him." She mouthed. 

His smile faded, and he shook his head. He was bound by the oaths of his order. He couldn't do that, even if he wanted to. And he was a bit too proud to want to, he had to admit. He stepped over Jocasta and held his axe, the blade shining in the light of the gloomy sigils. The Outsider flinched slightly, and likely knew the axe was runically enchanted.

"You can't have her," Beren warned. Clearly he had some theory the summoner was bound to something with the summoned. The Outsider merely glared at the Eru'Dai, and then he moved. 

Beren was fast, strong, and immensely tough. But this thing's steps were quicker than Beren could blink. It all happened to fast, a small blur before Jocasta's eyes. If she hadn't known any better, she would have sworn that Beren had scored a hit with a swipe of his axe. Indeed the Outsider did seem pained, a small gash on the side of its human-like visage, a frown on its face. Unfortunately, its fist was also covered in blood, straight through Beren's chest. 

Incredibly, Beren's arm shook, hand grabbing at the 'clothes' the Outsider wore. The warrior wasn't done with the thing! But it contemptuously knocked Beren down with a shove of his other hand, pulling his bloodied arm out of Beren's chest cavity. The Eru'Dai fell to the ground before Jocasta's feet, bleeding out warm lifeblood as he shuddered. His axe slipped from his hand, eyes losing their light before her. 

"Does this upset you?" The Outsider asked Jocasta, idly looking at its fingernails. "Shall I save him with what time I have left on this plane?"