The pureblood demon bears a striking resemblance to a member of aristocracy, wearing the clothes of one befitting the rank of lord or higher, it stands at a solid 6'4, with a fairly burly figure and a rugged, handsome face. At it's left hip rests a finely jeweled rapier, designed to drain life essence and store it inside the demon's body. The demon's skin is a pale blue, with long silver hair, bound back in a ponytail by a single black ribbon, it's mouth hides two rows of razor sharp teeth and a tongue akin to a snake. It's strikes are swift and it's coming your way, and he doesn't look pleased you've interrupted his meal. Instinct: 'to devour' it gather's people in great numbers, before devouring them one by one.

• Vibrasteel: A piercing strike enhanced with demonic energies, to pierce defence.
• Alluring presence: simply being around this creature forces you to resist it's charms.

Phantom Queen Sylvestry was once a beautiful women, but many thousands of years as a banshee, has left her lost to humanity. She is now a twisted image, of a once beautiful women, her skin, is grey and in some places, stripped to the bone, having rotted away from her face and arms. Her hair, is silver, and falling out in clumps, blood mixed into the strands, mats them together, and as she runs her talon like nails through it, it comes away with skin attached. Sylvestry, the banshee, is clad in a dark purple dress, bound tight at the torso with a corset of aged, black leather, her arms, are covered in bell sleeves showing only her upper arms and hands, her legs are hidden behind thick satin skirts, of matching purple. Ornate silver and gold jewelry adorn her body, worth more then any dragon's treasure horde. Upon her hip is what appears to be a broken staff, short in stature, but ornate and jeweled, covered in tarnished gold, this once beautiful staff, is pulsing with arcane power, so wild it would burn any who touch it, in her hand, she wilds the staff of life-hunt, and it is this item, that she stores the souls of the dead inside of, to channel the veil, and rip it open. It is this same scepter, that keeps her mottled body, and her mourning soul together, and it feeds upon her desire to be loved once more. Instinct: She searches the battlefields that crop up from time to time and dives into the tombs fo great heros, searching for her lost love, and she wont rest till she finds him.

• Soul Volley: A series of pale blue spheres fly towards the target, hitting multiple times, if the target is slain, it's soul is added to Sylvestry's arsenal.
• Whispers of the lost: Sylvestry lt's the souls she holds in her command whisper dark words to the target, forcing them to distrust their allies and target them for a normal attack
• Spectral Rend: Ripping open the veil sealing souls from this world, Sylvestry lets them pour out, damaging all enemies and silencing their magic.

Abraxian is a former knight of a fallen kingdom, his body found by the Phantom Queen Sylvestry, and using her unholy power, she brings his soul to the front and binds it to his armor, once more he lifts his shield in her name. The Tower Knight, is a giant of a being, his only armament being his steel shield, he leads a legion of hollow soldiers, locked inside his armor. He is covered head to foot in thick, steel plating, intricate designs burnt into it's surface of dragons twirling in and out of one another. A holster that was once for a lance it seems hangs upon his back, the lance long lost and is no longer needed. Instinct: It is under the command of the Phantom Queen Sylvestry and lives to serve her.

• The unflitching barrier :Abraxian lifts his shield, a pulsing light forming from the steel bulwark, before a great shield encompasses the legion shielding them from one strike garunteed.
• The Legion's horn: blowing this horn he calls forth the souls inside his armor and they reform his Hollow legionairs.

The lidless Eye is a spherical beast, with one great, pulsing eyeball comprising it's body, two leathery wings flap either side of it's body and an air of fell magic coats the very air around it. It's mere presence promotes a tired feeling, making those who meet it's gaze sluggish. This beast is more commonly known as an Ahriman, but this beast has ascended beyond it's fellows who fight with claw and magic, focusing solely on the darkest of magics. It glares menacingly at you, it's single eye a milky white, with a grey, colorless pupil. Blood red veins pulse around the beast's unblinking eye, nothing missing it's sight and nothing escaping it's field of vision. It's body covered in a thick, dark purple leathery hide, with scars and cuts upon it, where those who cam before attempted to slay it, and now lay as dust around your boots. This is the Lidless Eye, and it has seen you. Instinct: To subdue it's target to drain their magic

• The beast strains it's single great eye, the veins pulsing around it's pupil. As it strains, it's pupil flares with multiple shades of purple, and a wave of fatigue falls over the target.
• Eye of aging: a move the beast manipulates at the start of battle as it's opening move, this garuntees to hit and slowly drains the targt's health, once it falls to 0 the Lidless one sends them unconscious, and does not kill them.
• The Lidless Eye is known to drain the energy of it's foes before withering their bodies to dust to feed it's never ending hunger.