I am the stately raven of yore; the ebony-hued harbinger of death. Or so they call me. I am the maker of deals, and the breaker of promises. I am the protector, the keeper, the giver, the destroyer. But I am not all bad. I love like the rest of you, I long and lust..I mourn. I suppose I'm also influenced by the sins that run rampant through human society. How amusing. Perhaps I've spent too much time around you mortal swine...
I will warn you now to tread lightly here. My humor is dry and my patience runs thin at best.
*sigh* Why does everyone I meet take such offense to the term 'beast?' You are a beast just as I am, along with every other living creature on this Gods-forsaken speck of dust.
When others have referred to me in such a manner, they always meant it in a derogatory manner; no matter what happened to precede or end what they said. This leads me to assume I have judged wrong on your part, for which I apologize.
Haha, I am not of shadows, if that is what you are asking. I simply have the arcane ability to control and summon the shadows. Blue, of any shade, just happens to be my favorite color.
More or less a 'self title', to a degree.
He creates his 'children' by stealing the bodies and souls of various angels, demons, vampires, half-breeds.. And he does so by using strings that controls the body of his victim.