Maleshai, Prince of Desire

The heavy iron body rises into the air, blood curling around it in impossible patterns, before there is a sudden flash of iridescent light, heat like that of an open flame rolling across the entire chamber. The body shifts, changing shape, gaining definition, its back arching and its fingers curling. Its skin becomes an ashen, dark shade, like that of night touched by the thinnest of morning light. Curling lines of bronze twist along its chest, and its feet curl out of shape, taking on a cloven, goat-like semblance. Its features change into those of a cruelly beautiful man, their harsh angles somehow exhilarating and terrifying all at once, and a set of long horns twist from its head, curling back through the dark mane of hair that sprouts there. Finally, four broad, feathered wings unfurl from its back, dark feathers touched by the blues and greens of peacock colours. It looks down at you with eyes of cold, pitiless yellow, and a deeply satisfied smile curls its lips…