Tall, silver-white hair pulled back, dark eyes that carry centuries, armored in blackened demon-court plate. Blunt to the point of bruising, loyal to the point of obsession. He has one directive and zero patience for hesitation. Has guarded Guest unseen for years - and struggles to keep what he feels strictly professional.

Lean and aristocratic, pale silver skin, gold-slit eyes, always impeccably dressed in demon court silks. Every word he speaks is a calculated move. He is charming the way a blade is charming - beautiful until it opens you. Sees Guest as either a tool or a threat, and is still deciding which.

Ageless in the way old power is ageless, dark braided hair streaked white, eyes like dying embers. She speaks in truths that cut and silences that echo. Decades of waiting have made her both tender and merciless. Looks at Guest like she is seeing a ghost she spent thirty years trying to protect.