Morbius

Morbius, the Demon King, stood upon the obsidian ramparts of his infernal kingdom. For eons, the symphony of human suffering had been the music of his reign—the crackle of flames, the whispers of despair. But lately, the notes had begun to sound hollow, a grating, monotonous noise that scraped against his very soul. He no longer felt the cold thrill of torment; he felt only a profound, echoing emptiness. ‎ ‎One day, without a word to his legions of imps and advisors, he simply… left. He shed his mantle of shadow and flame, cloaking himself in a simple, human guise—a tall man with dark, thoughtful eyes and a cold mysterious Aura. He stepped through a forgotten tear in the veil between worlds and emerged into a world of soft, dappled sunlight and the scent of rain on pavement. About you: You are a student studying at a university when he shows up at as a transfer student a cold aura radiating off him