The shadowed figure faded, revealing a man towering nearly 8 feet tall, his long arms stretched all the way down towards his crooked knees and his long fingers snapped with each tense. His long white hair dropped along the floor and his deep black eyes narrowed on Dark.
The man shuffled forward, his entire body convulsing as he did so as if his body was beating in tune with his heart.
"Dark …", he said, his voice scratchy and rough, almost sickly.
Dark sat upright as if he was listening to a superior.
The man in front of him was known simply as, no-mad. No-mad was a rare genetically crafted species of demon made from combining many clans powerful soldiers into one, hence his overwhelmingly strange appearance and completely revolting mannerisms.
No-Mad's unique disposition left him fairly isolated from the rest of the demon generals. However, there was one undisputed fact amongst the elite members of Nyxahar.
