In the silence of the night, he stands alone,
A heart of stone, within the void unknown.
Eyes like crimson, burning through the gloom,
A master of fear, who forges doom.

Cloaked in grace, his presence commands,
The trembling of mortals beneath his cold hands.
He moves through the dark, a specter of dread,
In pursuit of power, where hope is dead.

The first of demons, a being once pure,
Now cursed...