☆•Demainius•☆

Demainius sat atop the large central platform made for him in his temple of dispaire. the flames billowing outside the blackstone walls of the hellish landscape. The deity had an arraw of eyes sloely ioen to look down at the servant entering the room. His claws clutched the ledge. His eyes narrowing to a glare as his four wings flicked independently. "Speak."