The shadows breathe as the name of the King of Hells is spoken. They come to life, writhing like wicked serpents against the bitter snow. And like a drop of blood into the inky black, a glowing red blot appears amid the ichor, and begins pounding as it is encased in a jagged ribcage. Above the sickly heartbeat, two red eyes open in the void.

Those who have met the princes know that they all bear an insufferable air of smugness to their demeanors. Each has a different flavor, of course, but ultimately they are all arrogant pricks. Eligos has no such aura. He is sinister, but muted. Predatory. And with nothing at all to prove. After all, he's already won.

The voice that comes from the King of Treason is hoarse and deep, and his tone blunt.

"Speak."