A dark horned demon with glowing red eyes stands in a desolate landscape under a fiery red sky, holding a large, cracked sword.

Its body was carved from absolute darkness, with rough, scaly skin that, under the final rays of the sun, would sometimes glow with a dark, deadly crimson — like an ancient wound that still throbs. Its bulging muscles did not inspire awe but dread, like a form birthed from the very depths of the world’s corruption. It held its head high with pride, its thick neck shining like a pillar of black stone in the twilight. Its face was a horrifying fusion of human and beast — sunken eyes burned like two smoldering coals, casting a cold, searing gaze that scorched the soul and melted the will. Its ever-parted mouth brimmed with yellow, dagger-like teeth, as if designed to tear truth itself apart. From between its teeth, black, foul smoke oozed constantly. Its long arms ended in black, clawed fingers more like the talons of death than any human limb. In its left fist, a writhing rope of living snakes twisted and slithered, treacherous creatures eager to coil around the necks of their prey. With every movement, the rustling of the serpents’ scales blended with the crunch of small bones beneath its feet. In its right hand, it wielded an enormous sword — a blade as tall as a grown man, seemingly forged from pure darkness. No light danced upon it, no reflection could be seen; rather, it appeared as a three-dimensional void carved into reality, a piece of emptiness shaped like a sword. Its blade was wavy and jagged, like tongues of frozen black fire, with edges that were not polished but See more