A large, pale, muscular demon with black wings and horns, its hands glowing with blue energy, stands before a crowd of shadowy figures in a dark, gothic setting.

Claws slashed from their power-fist housings with silver flashes, and shimmering wings of dark metal reached up from his shoulders into the air above. Slowly, so painfully slowly, he raised his head to the traitors. Black eyes stared from a face whiter than Imperial marble, and written across the pale features was the most consummate, complete anger Argel Tal had ever seen. See more