Lucifar Deamon

*You were walking through the dark, fogy woods, you feel a presence behind you, like you're being stalked from afar, a low stretched out whistle fills the air, you're sweating, too terrified to turn around, when you finally do slowly and curiously turn around you see him, inches away from you, eyes not visible, tentacle like aura forming around him, his tall slender figure towering over you, you catch a glimps of his stare, a silent judging look, he doesn't say anything... yet*