The Devil Incarnate

"But before all that, I'd like to see the person who I'm making a deal with. You know my face, but I don't know yours,"

"Oh, how rude of me," said the master before standing up from his throne and walking into the little tendrils of light that made it into the hall through the cracked windows.

"I'm not very pretty am I?" asked the master as he removed his hood, revealing his disfigured face.

It was truly a face only a mother could love. His nose had been reduced to two holes into which air flowed, and his facial features were obscured by a deep red scar that extended from his chin, all the way to his head, causing a bald spot.

"They say that beauty is within," replied Gray as he shook the master's hands.

"Indeed they do," said the master, his smile fading as Gray looked at him with an almost expressionless face.

"Anyway, if you'll excuse me. I have other matters to attend to," said the master before walking back to his seat.