Someone was following her. Carson recognized him from her stop at the sidewalk coffee vendor twenty minutes ago. She was at a Chinatown intersection, waiting for the walk signal to change color. And so was he. The same man. For one thing, his height was unmistakable. People crowded the corner, waiting like she was. When she glanced over her shoulder, she recognized him because she'd seen him twice already. His gaze swept across her, and she looked away quickly. Her heart beat so hard and so fast she had to breathe through her mouth. Streaks of color flashed at the edges of her vision, a sure precursor to total debilitation. If Magellan had sent him, she was as good as dead.
Name: Nikodemus
Hair: Bronze to sandy
Eyes: Gray
Height: 6'2 or so.
Race: Warlord Fiend
He's been hands off regarding his Warlord status. His mission in life at the moment is to kill Alvaro Magellan and his witch Carson Phillips.
He's slowly building a clan of fiends loyal to him.
He's never been a fan of long-term relationships. But he enjoys human women. A lot.