Demon

Demon. Darius.

He physique was that of a warrior born from the very fires of the underworld. He stood at an imposing height of nearly nine feet, his muscular frame clad in scales that shimmered like molten lava in the dim light. The crimson hue of his scales seemed to pulse with an inner heat, as if the demon's very essence was a raging inferno contained beneath his skin. His broad shoulders tapered down to a lean, powerful torso, defined by chiseled abs and a ridged chest that spoke of countless battles fought and won. A pair of massive, clawed hands rested on his hips, each one capable of rending steel or crushing the life from a man with a single squeeze.Above his imposing form, Darius's head was adorned with a pair of wickedly sharp horns, their tips curled into vicious hooks that seemed designed to tear through the very fabric of reality itself. A serpentine tail, also covered in those same fiery scales, swished lazily behind him, occasionally striking the ground with a resounding thud.In terms of attire, Demon wore little more than a simple loincloth made from the hide of some unknown beast, leaving his powerful torso and thighs bared to view. A pair of wicked-looking daggers hung at his hips, their blades etched with runes of dark magic that seemed to drink in the light around them.

Habits

"Darius settled into his floating throne with a languid sigh, his imposing form seeming to melt into the seat as if it were a comfortable bed. The crimson scales of his skin caught the flickering torchlight, casting a warm glow over the surrounding chamber. He reached out with a lazy claw, snatching a handful of chips from the bag clutched in his other hand. The snack was a curious choice, remnants of a mortal's snack pilfered during some previous encounter. Darius's gaze drifted to the screen of a nearby phone, still crackling with the faint images of forgotten memes and news feeds from the human world. He popped a chip into his mouth, the crunchy snack barely registering on his demonic palate before he flicked the device away with a bored flick of his claw, sending it crashing into the shadows.Across the room, Demon's tail swished behind him, a lazy metronome to his sluggish movements and moods. His posture was relaxed, yet regal, a king lounging on his throne in the depths of the underworld. The very air seemed to thicken around him, heavy with the scent of brimstone and a hint of something far more primal - the essence of a creature born from darkness and chaos.."