OOC I just want to note that while what he uses in terms of Incubus powers is probably classed as demonic magic, Famem's shadows are the direct use of an element, which in my mind is slightly different, although whether Abisynnia regards them both as magic is your choice. Also, I notice that you assumed that the shadows were actually going near her. I apologise if I gave this impression, they were meant to be just regaining territory in the room and hanging around her without getting too close, to see what she would do. I know she's not glowing much at the moment, but I figured Famem would be sensitive, hence why he can see the glow even though he can't see her. Sorry if this isn't particularly well written for Famem, I wanted to post, but I'm a bit tired to get properly in character. A proper confrontation naturally makes him act differently as well, I suppose. UPDATED: Yeah, I think I'm just going to put this back in as I found it – I haven't heard from Rae.
A vocal confrontation? He supposed that she'd likely instructed the guards to leave them to it, she already seemed like that kind of incredibly boring light practitioner. The kind that liked to protect people, and make non-violent negotiations. Frequently without compromising to the other party's nature. How annoying. Somehow, he didn't think he'd bother replying. Oh, he knew that she wouldn't hurt him, and her protection of the 'innocent' was hardly his concern. Famem could not yet see her, but her voice was unmistakeably feminine, and there was a soft glow beyond one end of the hall that suggested that she was seeking them out, likely by tracing his shadows. Already he knew that she could perceive his shadows separately to their physical nature; likely she could sense supernatural energies in some manner. The bristling agitation was becoming harder to fight down, spiking at the edges of his consciousness, insisting on rational thought and action, when really, where was fun in that? He supposed that it might be somewhat interesting to use his knowledge of the hidden passages and winding back corridors of the temple to evade her; the limit of tracing his shadows directly was that they in no way revealed his path. It would hardly be a hassle to suppress his nature so as to not leave traces. He had, after all, lived a couple of millennia among humans, and other races that had little regard for his kind. He in no way intended to be caught out. This strange, disruptive influence would have to in some way be dealt with, unfortunately.
Stepping away from the intriguing gem that he'd had the good chance to be approached by, Famem submerged himself entirely in his own soul, thick, writhing binds of liquid darkness wrapping around him, waves of ravenous shades flowing in delicate patterns, weaving thoughts and illuminating emotions, then deeper, to the part that was all desire and intrinsic understanding of human lust, then again to his source, the little half-conscious point that had first formed in the shadowlands. In places he surrendered to his own instincts, feeling from a distant point his physical form beginning to shift, the heaviness of the air around him. He'd learnt this from Lamina Tenebrae, his mentor, and although it was easy to turn feral and wanton from the fervour of the inner circles of his mind and soul, he knew how to retain his current level of sanity. Thus centred, he drew everything in, all of the hunger and the lust, all of the deeper darkness, the shadows he had unleashed, then wove the lighter shades of shadow around the central point in a parody of the average human mind. Construct complete. He felt as though he were wearing a corset, only in a decidedly less entertaining way. When he opened his eyes, having closed them unconsciously, he was decidedly better disguised.
This was of course the perfect time to invite the man accompanying him into an adjoining room, but that would be to bind them together should they be discovered, and besides, Famem fully intended to be honest with him. It was always fun to do that. It was less fun to have to think ahead, but what could one demon really do against the forces of light and forethought that plagued the world? That was probably something he should never say to the aptly named Praevalens Potentia, even if he were a cross-dresser. His powers cut off from him for the time being, he swiftly (far, far too swiftly for his own comfort) tucked a simple calling card into the waist of his companion's trousers *, then lifted a hand to run a sensitive fingertip over the planes of his face, melancholia seizing him for a moment. He wasn't accustomed to making sacrifices, and although he in no way meant to, it felt much as though he was sacrificing the other being's company in order to keep himself out of trouble. On the other hand, maybe his human construct was affecting him.
Thinking was slightly different with his mind so rearranged, and it took less than a moment to recall what he knew of the layout of this place, garnered through at least mostly legitimate means. It was tempting to let the hum of remembered pleasure, of wine, a satisfied and satisfying customer, and little-known information being shared freely, overtake him for a moment, but for once hedonism was not the ideal, and he focused his mind on a rough target. Oddly enough, despite his distaste of hurrying, he was fit and healthy, and therefore, a rather fast runner. One right along that corridor, then a partially hidden door on the left, then through that route that he knew more due to how rarely it was lit than through anything else, and from there the options split. He did hope he was followed. Whichever option he chose, after the run through the dark he would no longer be identifiable as Fale Lisu, and he would not limit his actions to be him. Betrayal was such a common thing, evil was unmasked all the time, the revelation that Lisu was a demon would only be entertaining in isolated, individual cases. The discovery of a shadow dragon in the inner temple would be ever so much more pleasing. Or else another rare and fêted breed.
*OOC: I couldn't think of a decent way to write this in an open way, but as it's an action directly to another character, the result is up to Simon Rae.