A Man.
Hair white as snow, skin dark as mocha, a quiff cut with sideburns like claws that grasp at his cheeks. Small armor plates on his arms, legs, and chest, slim enough to provide exceptional mobility. Ribbons and leather padding for his stomach, shoulders, and feet, the latter acting as shoe ware. Belts that cling onto the metal and leather, binding around him as if he was wrapped in rope, eyes being painted on them, acting like rings across his body. A large, brown cape that couples it off, the rim of such a cape, as well as the contents on the back, possessing an extremely large pouch, one that escapes from the rim, spilling what looked to be a small, white substance.
Salt.
"So this is the fabled Demon that put down Straum for good. After his abrupt disappearance, I'd thought no one would be able to find the perpetrator." He'd began, as he'd be quick on coming down, the salt coming with him, a massive swipe that aimed to cleave both in half. Adel would be quick on grabbing the child and kicking the Tavern Keeper away, the momentum pushing all three to evade the slash that carved a large hole in the entrance. A closer inspection of the outfit also revealed he wore bracelets around his wrists, also being marked with such eyes. "But, just as the Lord and Savior intended, he guided my hand to the wretched blasphemy before my eyes, his mission as sound as ever! Hold still for me." He'd demand as he'd have the Salt scatter, shooting out in spurts, bullets on all sides, forcing Adel to react once more, parrying each and every speck of salt that tried to cut through him. A few would slip by, however, piercing through his body with little effort, prompting Zazel to cast Asmodeus to cauterize the wounds quickly to prevent further bleeding, as well as trying to use a sigil to strike at the attacker from his blindside. As the sigil was made, however, it quickly broke in two when a wave of salt arrived to cleave it in half, nulling its effects.
Such salt was not ordinary. The demon's eyes widened as he'd see his spell be neutralized in an instant.
"Surprised? You really shouldn't be. You filthy spawns of the Devil's Grip were destined to die at the hands of the Lord's Soldiers. Purification Salt does that job the best when it comes to your demonic spells." The man sneered, as he'd try to unleash another wave of salt, shaping it into spikes in order to dig into the earth if it missed, letting it spread and fire out like geysers to catch them off guard and hope to deal the killing blow in an instant.
Zazel would be quick on casting a different Sigil on his body, as well as one on Adel; Seir. With the boon of such luck blessing them, such geysers that would've killed them outright would miss entirely. One that was ready to pierce into the demon's eye now nearly nicked his ear instead. One that aimed to strike at Adel's heart merely grazed his chest. Such geysers were relentless, however, as they'd curve to try and strike again, but Zazel simply reinforced his sigil to ensure the outcome is in their favor, escaping such lethal blows once more. The demon then tried to cast a demon outright, Eligos, to crawl against the floor and try to catch the wicked man before he kept going, yet he would simply jump up and let the salt spread throughout the floor, catching and hurting Eligos on contact, creating a platform out of Salt in the process to protect himself further, basking in the light from outside. "You REALLY hate Demons, huh? The heck did we ever do to you?" The boy asked.
"Oh? You don't like my insults? Well let me be upfront about it, since you're so curious." The man started, a malicious grin curled, his eyes dilating as he'd rub it in. "EVERYTHING! You did EVERYTHING!! You cursed our children and pets! You seduced our women! You killed our men! Your hellish kind has been a blight on the world for countless of centuries! Bringer of plagues! Omen of Damnation! Our love in peril, our peace in ruin! War, Pestilence, Conquest, Death! All of it can be attributed to Demons and Demons alone! I despise each and every single one of you, for damning our planet and hurting everyone you lay your eyes on!"
"ALL OF SUCH DEMONS DESERVE NOTHING LESS THAN TO BE CRUSHED BY THE LORD'S HEELS! HIS WHEELS TO RUN YOU OVER, HIS ANGELS TO SKEWER YOU AND BATHE IN YOUR SINFUL BLOOD!! ALL DEMONS DESERVE NOTHING BUT THEIR OWN PENANCE!!!"
As he'd scream, he'd mold the salts in the area to become spikes once more, scattering them around, blowing up the entire room, pushing the three back, with Zazel scarred on every inch of his body, bouncing off of the floors and struggling to keep himself up, blood pouring out of every injury he has. He was clearly outmatched here. He can see Adel being just as much in pain, yet he was lucky enough to be human, letting him stand without having to worry about the weakness of such holiness. The man took a deep breath and calmed himself once he'd step down. "Apologies...I tend to get a bit...enthusiastic...when it comes to wiping out the very kind that is nothing but a detriment to everyone. I haven't even given you my name yet. Improper, I know. Arthur Felks. Bounty Hunter. In Jackal Straum's name, I shall maim the murderer responsible, and make sure he rests peacefully in the Lord's embrace, as his culprit wallows back into the fiery pit from whence they came." The Man would do a simple bow as he'd let the salt inch closer to the group, watching over them, the light beaming behind him.
Zazel started to regain horrid memories of the first time he's met such a Holy Style before. How he was downed in an instant. He'd struggle as he'd try to get himself up, the wounds making it nigh unbearable. How was he supposed to face something like this?