This Demon's appearance is different than it should be. There's no limbs attached to him, he seems to be left with only his head, neck, torso and a tail that doesn't match the rest of the body. His face was frightening, as all demonic faces are, but oddly, it looked friendly to our old explorer. In a shady way, the Demon smiled and began to talk, raspy voice echoing around them.

"I'm surprised you didn't run away. Every other being that came here did. But you... You seem different, what's with that?"
Vincent didn't respond, he just stood there.

"You tired old man..." The Demon continued "Old. I should say things like that about me, HAH." He flashed a toothy grin at Vincent, and when the man kept his silence, he began to grow impatient.

"Do you know who I am? You should know who I am, yet still I don't see that you're frightened. History must have forgotten about me, or you're just a sick elder, aren't you?" He mocked, but then, seeing his listener, he was hit with a sudden realisation.

Vincent kept looking in the eyes of the Demon, unflinching.
"There's power in them, an energy that can be used." The elder thought. That kind of energy, he hasn't seen since he was young.

The Demon laughed loudly. In that moment, he just knew he met a perfect man for his plan. Just some more friendly actions, some more sympathy, and Vincent will belong to him...

Originally posted on March 12, 2020 on DeviantArt