A tall, skeletal demon with horns and glowing green eyes stands in gothic ruins, digital painting.

The Earl of Enfeeblement appears as a thin, spindly devil draped in decaying noble finery, its garments once opulent but now moth-eaten and stained with ash. Its limbs are too long, its joints too sharp, moving with a marionette’s unnatural grace. Sickly gray skin clings to its frame like parchment, and its eyes glow faintly green, always sunken, always watching. A constant haze of dust and fatigue follows in its wake, sapping strength with every breath. Its voice is dry and mocking, like old paper tearing, and its gestures alone seem to drain energy. The air grows heavy in its presence, limbs weaken, and vitality fades under its baleful gaze. See more