Through the brimstone reek of the portal, it steps, a fiendish knight from the hells. It bears armor of smoke and carcass, torture and despair. The knight prepares itself for battle, its feet planted apart and its face a twisted and sinister mask of vicious pleasure as it brings a heavy weapon up. The demon seems impermeable, emanating the energy of its horrible plane, acting as a void into which all goodness or sympathy have been drawn and destroyed.