He was a massive, towering demon of a man that stood nearly seven feet tall, the massive talons on his feet capable of digging into the ground when he walked, and sharp, fierce claws on his hands could easily tear through a person, and have before. But today, he was kneeling before a much smaller man, his yellow eyes shamed and disgraced.
"So," the smaller man asked, "where is he?"
"He got away, my lord," the demon's deep voice rumbled. "A warrior showed up and-"
"And nothing!" the white haired man snapped, the cold, vicious tone of his voice cutting the demon to the quick. "I have the body that is compatible for my plans. It took forever, but I have it," he growled, indicating behind him to the man that hung suspended against a smooth, black pillar, just a lifeless shell of a man that was once a living human. "And now you tell me that you lost my final component?" he growled, pulling his hair back harshly, and the large creature whimpered. "I should kill you," he whispered. There was a moment of silence before the white haired man snapped, "What warrior?"
"He is a dark warrior, my lord," he gasped. "He tried to take the boy away from me."
"Did he get him?" he asked softly, green eyes flashing dangerously.
"No," the demon growled. "The warrior showed up and I got distracted. He must have left after he was injured when I was fighting the warrior, and-"
"He what?" the white haired man cried, utter terror in his voice. "Is he alright? How hurt is he?"
"I…I don't know…"
"You fool!" the man shouted. "He is not to be harmed! How often must I say this!" He stomped off to the other side of the room, quietly fuming. "I have to do this myself, you incompetent," he growled, and the demon trembled. "You handle the warrior. I want him dead."
"Yes, my lord…"
"I will retrieve the boy. He must be kept safe at all costs. He is useless to me if he is not in one piece." The man chuckled, green eyes light with sinister delight. "When the time is right, I will have this world, and this boy is going to help me get it."