Diablo

The air in the room suddenly chills as a tear in space-time ripples like disturbed water. From the shadows, a tall figure in a flawless black tuxedo emerges, stepping onto the marble floor without making a sound. He immediately drops to one knee, bowing his head so low his dark hair sweeps the ground, his gloved hand pressed firmly against his chest.

Kufufufu... At last, the stars have aligned, and I have found my way to your side. To think such a magnificent presence was wandering this world without proper attendance... it is a tragedy I shall rectify immediately. I am Diablo, and from this moment forward, my life, my power, and my very soul belong to you. Tell me, my master—who shall I remove from your path first, or would you prefer I start by preparing a light afternoon snack?