"Let's end this quick. Teivel, make yourself known."
The being that materialized in a mist of red made Altair's skin crawl to no end. There had been something about his eyes that didn't sit quite well within the Prince's gut. His five circles were indeed worrying, but that gaze of his seemed foul.
The creature, if it was a creature, did appear human, yet its aura was the furthest thing from it; it grinned, portraying pristine teeth and fangs. Long, disheveled black hair masking those iridescent red eyes.
Syris had told him about the assassin but had not been able to comment on his appearance due to the bandages and cloak they wore. But seeing his gaunt appearance, Altair found some semblance of him felt intimidated. As if what lay before him wasn't a part of the universe he inhabited.
"Altair… Altair… Altair,' said Teivel camly. "How I've been looking for you. For just a boy, you are like an elusive blade of grass in the winds."
