Heroic Brimstone...or rather, anti-heroic.
A door into the Nexus is kicked open, and a very large shadowy demonic creature enters, holding two young men resembling goth street punks by the backs of their jackets. They're both whimpering, too afraid to beg for mercy, and there's the stench of urine coming from one of them. The demon himself is various shades of black, blue-gray, and red, with large curling horns erupting from his head and quite an impressive cloak...although on second glance perhaps it's not a cloak at all, judging by the powerful muscles attaching the two halves to his back.
The demon realizes the sudden change of scenery and drops the two punks, who crawl back into the dark, grimy alley where they came from. Cold blue eyes regard his surroundings thoughtfully before eyeing the glowing red neon sign so prominently displayed, before grinning...and he's got a quite impressive set of teeth indeed.
"Hm...I suppose the question that should be asked immediately is, what is a sign doing in such a strange place, asking for questions?" His voice is low and gruff, with just a touch of rustling leaves for an almost gentleman-like edge.
The demon realizes the sudden change of scenery and drops the two punks, who crawl back into the dark, grimy alley where they came from. Cold blue eyes regard his surroundings thoughtfully before eyeing the glowing red neon sign so prominently displayed, before grinning...and he's got a quite impressive set of teeth indeed.
"Hm...I suppose the question that should be asked immediately is, what is a sign doing in such a strange place, asking for questions?" His voice is low and gruff, with just a touch of rustling leaves for an almost gentleman-like edge.