Standing in the doorway and gleaming down at his Generals, the Lords of the Darkthouched, the 'Demonkind', the 'Demis', or as they were referred to as of recently by mankind: the 'Filth'; a robust giant clad in dark metal armor bereft his horned head and long, black mane cascading below his shoulders, drooping over his back stood like a statue.
His ebony, dark skin, those, deep, dandelion-tinted eyes that burned like two brimstones only added further support to his already dominant, proud stature. Four large, curved ebony horns protruded from the upper regions of his skull, starting from his temples and reaching towards the skies.
This fearsome creature was none other than Cahal, the Demon God, leader of all the non-human collective, and the present Lords.
As the room ascended into a sudden silence, either by his abrupt intrusion, or his perplexing words. Every eye, each gaze was focused on the robust giant lost in his confident smile.