Raven wings

Wings of crimson rose to the sky turning black as night. Soaring through the smokey sky the all sight has been hindered. The creature flew through the smog unhindered and free. Its wings spread out soaring through the dimming sky over yonder.its eyes shone that of blood staring though as if looking at nothing in the first place. Its beak cracked and worn showing signs of age in a grotesque shade. its talons long and sharp protruding towards its perch. Its small nimble body landed with grace. the creature flapped its wings lightly then transformed. Gone was the bird and it was the man.

The man wore a cloak of crimson fading into raven black falling to his back like wings. Age shown on the mans face riddled in scars and burns. A horn peaked out from his forehead and reaching for the skies. His body strong bulky and towering stood above all it seemed. U-top his head sat a crown of blood and scorn tilting to be away from the horn. His crown black and red almost like his cloak which seemed to settle upon him. His skin dark and dim but worn and wrinkled showing his age yet also showing his strength.

This man was no man, but he is the demon king himself. He is no man for no man can stand near him. And with a sharp voice that penetrated the night he spoke, "Tsk, We fold but shall return that of which we will not fail again." with a wave of his hand the black ravens which were unnoticeable before were made prominent and bold now. Scattering like bats in the wind. Making it seem like a vortex of black surrounded the demon king. then gone was the darkness and there stood the king standing still and looking at the burning castle. With soft reservations, the Demon king whispered, "We shall return..." With the rise of his cloak, he transformed back into the bird this time he was crimson once again but did not change and flew away to the demons land.