"I knew you enjoyed it." It was more of an accusation than anything else, but he grinned none the less, flashing his teeth to her. That might not have been the best thing to do to her but no matter really.
"I love it. Fear and Terror are emotions, pain is...delicious. Pain is not an emotion, but to see one in pain gets my hearts beating." Nazarul said as he began to lick his nails and hands, cleaning them off as best he could.
"Never have my species been here before. This realm has never been visited by our species as far as I know. I cannot escape here. For some reason, the runes that allow me to travel back to the Abyss don't work here. As far as I have learned, there are no others way to get back but to die and hope your soul is sent to the Abyss." He explained to her quietly. She had a lot of questions didn't she? This was good, he had pestered her after all about what she felt, so this was no doubt only fair.
"There are ten of us in total. We are a small race, but for some reason in the Abyss our abilities to be fruitiful have been denied. After there are ten of us, we all become...unable to impregnate, but are still allowed a mating season. It gets worse when one of us dies. We go on a frenzy to be the one to impregnate one of the three females. Six males fighting each other for dominance, then...a few of us die some more, and the survivors repopulate." Nazarul laughed quietly as he shook his head. Their species were really strange, this he could admit. They had some odd ways about them obviously.
"My powers are not limited, the runes allow me to do many things. Allow to speak other languages, understand languages, manipulate and summon things into being, set things on fire, sentry runes...the list goes on. As for my natural abilities, my people can meld into the shadows, become a shadow and reappear in other places as you saw, and even shrink or enlarge ourselves at will. Those you've seen before. I can even speak in my native Abyssal language to create magic, or use runes." He tapped his chin once as he tried to think of anything else. No, that sounded about right really. Shrugging he rotated over onto his side to watch her, smirking a little bit to her.
"I must feed every other day or so, or if I've used my runes too much every day. You've supplied me with at least enough to last for a few days I'm hoping, but people are hostile towards me of course and who knows how much energy I will have to expend." Nazarul told her as he rolls onto his back again, his feet in the air as he stretches them out and yawns.
"Nazarul Demni is my full name. Nazarul is my name, Demni is my race. We have no last name because we are so few, there is no need for a last name. We are creatures from the Abyss as you've guessed, forged in the Twisting Nether and expelled into the Abyss. We survive fighting against the other creatures of the Abyss, but we grew tired of fighting, and just wanted to live without having to deal with land wars and the like. So we discovered the Abyssal runes and language, and how to fling ourselves into physical realms. It was quite an experience really...." Nazarul told her as he watched her in turn. He noted that she seemed very interested in him, and there was good reason of course, she had never seen a being like him before. He had seen many mages before in his time though, not many like her before, but many humanoid creatures.
"Have I answered all your questions Miss Bella?"