There is no denying the creature is beautiful. It's face a near*featureless porcelain mask, it regards all before it impassively, no expression of which to generally speak. Five foot four has become easily six feet, the willowy being drawn, and elongated, but not entirely gaunt. It stops, just prior to reaching that point. The mouth is tiny, ill*defined, with no actual lips, save for a pale line of softest grey to deliniate between them. Until it deigns to smile, an expression which spreads ear to hidden ear. Then the Maw which is revealed is nothing short of terrifying, a thing truly born of nightmares. Or Hell.

Rows upon rows of needles seemingly fashioned from brushed steel fill the grey, receeding gums, much like shark's teeth. But no shark has so many, nor ones so deadly thin. Thousands of them, literally. When the demon speaks, it's voice is a low, sibilant hiss fit to send icy chills racing along the spine. And a pale, blue tongue... slender, long and decidedly forked... occassionally makes its presence known, flickering out between tiny gaps in the perilous rows of steel.

It's hands, kept hidden until the need to threaten or strike should arise, are as pale as the flesh of its neck and face, the only other skin actually visable. Until one notes the point at which finger joins to palm. That is where an sembelance of flesh dissolves. Each philangy has been replaced by a brushed steel blade, faintly curved, razor sharp, and easily six inches long, at the least.

When it feels the need to move, it does nothing so base as walk. No, it seems, instead, to glide... as if it never actually touches the ground. And the fine, unadorned kimono of elegant white, lavendar and slate blue silk barely expresses a ripple, supporting this supposition. Always, it seems caught in a breeze, this being, strands of long, oily black tugged and whisked about, regardless of how still the air around it may actually be. Tendrils grasp and reach, as if possessing a life, all their own. And its eyes... they're empty pits in the mask that is its face, brimming with choking smog, and the sheen of a harsh, neon glare, lost somewhere in a demonic city far below.