[Him]

((haha no that's correct. The first half with (formerly) Are his human traits. The second half is his trait now as a demon. And thanks! Yours looked really cool so I wanted to be on your level of writing.))

The demon took note of the older man speaking. He seemed to have a charming outlook, however the Demon could feel the negative energy deep from within the aging body. He seemed old enough probably struggled with the bitter struggle between the elves and man. His ignorance and hatred was burning, so much to a point that it radiated. The Demon felt a little sorry for the elf. He was not the cause of the events that had taken place, and yet the elves that would come after would suffer the most.

The pity was only momentarily, returning to this world he had mixed feelings. Many have already died down already. He chuckled coldly, it could send shivers down anyone spine who had heard it.

“You don’t seem to enjoy being this elf’s instructor. Perhaps this one might behold resentment to one who is born with arcane proficiency? Or perhaps it stems from the hundred years of strife between both man and elf?”

Abaddon’s pupils, looking as normal as the two before him now appeared cat like. He then turned his attention to the elf before him. He reasoned based on what the elderly man said, that the elf was the one to summon him. But the elf wasn’t exactly sure how he managed to summon the Demon either.

The portal behind him began to glow brightly as a fire burning in an open field. The portal transformed into threads and began to wrap themselves around both the Demon and the newly elven Summoner. Interesting, the summoning wasn’t over yet? Oh no….

“We’re going to be binded!” The Demon hissed. He stepped back but the arcane threads held them in place. The elf was dragged toward the Demon. There was a light and before the Demon knew it he could hear his thoughts and the thoughts of the Elf. As quickly as it started it ended. They were two once again, but the Demon felt different. He felt linked with the elf. He could feel how the other felt, his thoughts, he could even hear his very soul. The mark on his arm, that had been glowing the entire process faded and was like a tattoo on the demon’s pale skin. It was written in a language the Demon could read. It was a code that bound them both together. The Demon stared at the elf really hard. Then he reproduced his toothy grin and cackled madly as a hatter would.

“Well met, master.” The Demon spoke playfully he walked over to the novice mage and helped him up.

“You probably do no understand what had taken place. You summoned me and bound me to you. So I only obey your command and only you can summon me from the underworld. Do you understand?”

The Demon turned to catch the old man within his peripheral vision.

“And if my master desires it, I can burn this old coot to a crisp.”