He was of slender frame, embraced in a loose hanging black suit which only cultivated his facade of fragility. However that notion was gravely untrue. He was like a projection of an image on glass, what you saw you often believed it to be true but soon enough the glass would shatter revealing the lie hidden in plain sight. In past times he was as he once appeared, delicate, yet now he could no further from his former persona. He had fallen from grace. Over-stepped the line. Paid the price for his sins. He had gained power but in return he had lost the thing that mattered the most. His soul, his right of entrance.
He created an atmosphere of sorrow and regret, but despite that fear always afflicted those ill-fated to be in his presence. He would spawn feelings of hopelessness and it would trouble the souls of all those around. It wasn't a common occurrence that he would share the company with those who still had possession of what he had lost. He didn't make a habit out visiting the world of the living, after all he wasn't welcome. He had been cast to the darkest realm of existence and his actual form was bound to its shadowy depths.