A spot a few feet from Draken started to glow a deep crimson, a sigil slowly appearing. First, a black V became distinguishable, and as the Black V formed fully, An ivory V appeared upside down, overlapping it and forming an "X". From the sigil Silver flames roared, blazing only for a few seconds. The unholy fire did not smoke. The fire died quickly, and a demon stood where the sigil had once been. Vallios Vladric Xiloscient, Lord of the Seventh layer of Hell was beside his old friend Draken.
"Greetings Draken, it has been awhile." he says, his voice a soft purr.
Held in Vallios' right hand was a sapphire goblet. He raised the goblet to his lips, and sipped slowly at the blood that filled it. A small amount of the ichor dripped off of the glass, splashing onto the streets below. A soft sigh parted Vallios' thin lips as he saw this, he hated seeing virgin blood go to waste. Vallios' position shifted slightly, causing the two great black raven wings that were folded across his back neatly to ruffle. His topaz eyes drifted onto the streets below, regarding the situation with apathy. A soft tapping could be heard as vallios knocked one of his pitch black claws against the goblet, he wads waiting for something interesting to happen. Vallios' right hand rested upon the hilt of a masterfully crafted reaver, made of a strange silverish steel, with an onyx pommel and hilt.