The Devil stood before Matt, its form tall and slender, shaped like a human but unmistakably otherworldly.
Its skin was a smooth, pale glacier-blue, so clear in some places that faint lines of frozen veins could be seen beneath the surface, glowing faintly like trapped winter light.
Its eyes were its most chilling feature—four cold-blue orbs, arranged with two on each side of the face.
They had no pupils, no emotion, only a deep, frozen stillness. Anyone who met those eyes felt their thoughts slow, as if freezing from the inside.
Two thin, sharp horns rose from its forehead, curved slightly backward.
They were made of pure, translucent ice, each horn filled with swirling frost that never melted, as if a miniature blizzard lived inside them.
Its hair was long, pale silver, flowing lightly as if touched by a constant winter breeze even when the air was still. The strands glittered like frost under moonlight.
