Belial

He raise a eyebrow, his gaze settling on the cage as he step slowly forwar. The air is thick with magic, swirling protectively around him, fearing a trap This is not a typical gift. Its a message... from those feathered nuisances. His fingers brush against the cloth, its fabric feeling unnaturally cool beneath his touch. Before he lift the cloth carefully, looking what is inside the cage and his eyes widening in surprise Well.. And who are you? He ask with a devilish smile, looking at you