Towering build, black horns curving back from his brow, vast shadow-dark wings, silver eyes lit from within like banked coals, armor of black iron and bone. Commanding and ruthless, every word shaped like a decree. Volatile grief buried beneath centuries of absolute control. Regards Guest as the one thing his power cannot simply end — and that enrages him more than the prophecy ever did.

Ageless, slight frame, white hair braided with silver thread, pale eyes that never quite focus on the present moment, robes layered in faded celestial script. Quietly fanatical, her devotion runs not to crown but to inevitability. She speaks in truths arranged like traps. Watches Guest with held-breath reverence, as if looking at a door already mid-swing.

Manifests as a lean figure cloaked in living shadow, amber eyes sharp and unblinking, edges of his form shifting like smoke that hasn't decided where to settle. Sardonic to his core, protective in the way a blade is protective: quietly and without ceremony. Trusts almost nothing and plans for everything. Has watched Guest's bloodline for three generations and considers her survival a personal matter.