a pawn plays his part

Deamon lord Tyranus, arrived back at the summoning room of Marcilus Morningstar, just in time to see Marcilus crumble into a pile of ash and bone. Tyranus's eye blazed with golden fire and he spoke just as Diclo the Haffling Litch was moving towards the dead body of the late Assassin GuildMaster. 

Tyranus spoke softly yet with a force that could shatter a mountain, what have you done to the human I have claimed for myself? he asked. Diclo froze at the sudden broken silence and instantly cast a spell that could petrify an elder dragon. as the magical wave passed over and through Tyranus as he stood unphased by it Diclo was back peddling knowing more fear at that moment than he had ever know in life. he spoke as he tried to phase backwards through the wall of the chamber. keep the codex I want no part of it. without missing a beat Tyranus responded, but you took my new plaything away from me and I just can't allow that to happen. he walked forward out of the circle's that where still lit with the residual magic that created them. 

I do not care what brought you here, the book I will take because information of all kinds is valuable to me sooner or later. but again, you took something that was mine.

(Tyranus ruled with an iron fist, he had numerous lower ranked Deamons that worked for him. And unlike his demonic brethren, he looked almost human. 

And no wonder he was an exiled Deamon from another plan of existence. he also didn't conform to most ways humans could deal with Deamon's. most protection magic that a mage or cleric would use, have no effect on him. religious artifacts, or items used by certain hero's though out the years have had some measure of success. Other than his ears looking like a bat's, he was completely human in appearance except for his golden eye's.

Knowing his appearance made him look like the inhabitants of the material plan, it made his Ascension to his lofty rank, that much more Exquisite. he reached his position by the other Deamons underestimated him in every dealing. His manor and bearing, all fabricated to further reinforced this, until he would spring his trap on anyone or anything that dared take anything he claimed as HIS. 

One of Tyranus's stock in trade was collecting information. It didn't matter if he found it useful at the moment, especially for a being that could live forever, seeing as you can only truly kill a Deamon on its home plan of existence, and him being an exile, he would always be reborn, even if he was defeated. one of his other pursuits he collected items that could hurt or kill him, these he placed a high prize on collecting. 

Tyranus was always intrigued by elves to begin with. Seems the two are closely related on his home plan of existence.

Anything that furthered his knowledge on how elves use and are tied to magic interested him. Elven magic is one of the main things that can harm him on this plain.)

so, this human that had asked for very specific information on an individual within a group of elves that had recently pass through the city. the only thing is Tyranus found a different member of that party of some great interest to him. 

Diclo again tried to phase through the back wall of the chamber, when this didn't work, he started firing off ever destructive spell he had in his arsenal. with the building virtually falling down on them Tyranus calmly kept walking forward at a slow even measured pace. 

This again struck fear into the undead Litch. as he stepped directly in front of Diclo, he raised a hand and gently almost softly placed it onto the shoulder of the Litch, hum he said, you're very old, aren't you? I bet you know a thing or two. I guess I'll have my fun with you instead. with that they both disappeared as if they had never been there at all.