The form of the necromancer was beautiful: his long jet-black hair offset his perfectly formed lavender wings, giving him a sense of royalty and grace. The wings themselves were a thing of beauty, primarily a striking lavender that deepened at the top to a darker mauve while the wing tips were edged with a bright scarlet. "I will never serve The'Galin!" I said, annoyed. "I shall resist the Devourer with all of my strength!" "Your strength shall be a great asset to us, Lord Darin," the Brilhado said then. The stranger whirled and looked at me and Xander directly. "Right," Xander said.