Var'nazhal

Nazhal took a deep breath upon entering the Natural World once again. It had been centuries since his last visit to the realm, and he had to admit, he missed it. Mortals had always been such deliciously hedonistic creatures, selfish to a fault and often driven to desperate measures in pursuit of happiness. These traits made his former career as a Crossroads demon a satisfying balance of easy and entertaining.

It's good to be back.

He took a moment to look around, observing the mortals scurrying about their daily lives. Most were oblivious to his presence, so engrossed in their own lives that little short of a natural disaster would shake them. The few that did notice him kept their distance; a wise move. Demons were common in the Natural World, after all, a fact of life that mortals had no choice but to accept, albeit begrudgingly.

Just as he was growing bored of mortal-watching, someone caught his attention. The corners of his mouth lifted in a cocky smirk as his fiery orange eyes leisurely took them in.

By the pits, that body was made purely for sin.

A low rumble sounded deep in his chest as he thought of all the things he wanted to do to them. But he was getting ahead of himself; there would be plenty of time for that later. He put himself directly in their path, spreading his wings slightly to take up more space and ensure they noticed him.

"It must be my lucky day." He spoke in a low, rumbling purr. "What a delightful treat for the senses you are, little one."

His cocky smirk widened as his predatory gaze raked over them once again, making no attempt to hide his wandering eyes. He wanted this one, but before he could have them, he needed them to want him, too. If they didn't want him today, he would accept their choice without complaint. A Demon lord has infinite patience, after all, and he had all the time in the world to slowly earn their trust.