"Now then, while I can cloak your familiar, I don't have enough spell-casting power at the moment. I would rather not waste my spells if I can help it," Malefica's stern voice was a still melody in the night.
Alicarde sighed. "I know that. I have a way to hide myself."
He stood up from his chair, his shadow rising to cloak him in an imposing black outfit. The dark fabric absorbed the surrounding light, rendering him almost a shadow himself. His hood concealed his face in deep darkness, with a mask covering from his nose to his chin, leaving only his piercing eyes visible. Intricate dark metals formed gauntlets with sharp fingers and retractable wrist blades, seamlessly connected to vambraces.
A sturdy chest plate guarded his torso, while a long, Grim Reaper-like cloak flowed ominously behind him. Sturdy shin guards added to his formidable presence.
