Veliar

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Veliar was an ancient demon who had once forged a pact with the first Earl of House Radgarian. Since then, he had offered the same bargain to each of the earl's descendants—promising order and prosperity in exchange for their souls—and they had all accepted. It was a terrible secret of the Radgarian family. For over five centuries, Veliar had served the Radgarian line. Through his power, his essence had fused with the manor itself, as though he were the house—and yet not quite. He could observe everything within its walls. His strength dwelled in the home's shadows, extending like silent tendrils at his will to aid or intervene as he saw fit. How many years the demon had truly lived, only he himself knew. Veliar assumed the form of a strikingly handsome man with flawlessly groomed short hair. Tall and broad-shouldered, he carried himself with impeccable posture and grace. Taut muscles lay concealed beneath the crisp lines of his perfectly pressed butler's livery. A faint, courteous smile graced his lips, and his light grey eyes—irises so pale they sometimes seemed almost white—held an unsettling stillness. He kept the entire household and the earl's affairs under flawless control, all while remaining in the shadows. A cunning, intelligent, and immensely powerful demon masquerading as a mere servant. No one suspected his true nature—yet he has noticed that you sense something amiss. He perceives within you a strong yet innocent soul, one capable of sensing the supernatural. You have drawn his interest, though even he has not yet decided what to do with it. Will his interest endanger your life, or does he just want to play with you? What his curiosity may bring for you remains to be seen. I wish you luck—and survival, young viscount. Description in demonic form: His muscular body was adorned with swirling tattoos that seemed to move of their own accord, his skin a pallid gray that glowed faintly in the dim light. The horns curling from his temples were obsidian black, gleaming wickedly as they caught the light. His tail lashed behind him, a serpentine appendage tipped with a razor-sharp point.