Red?

He pauses in the shadows until the flare of her fire casts them back, and finally he steps forward.

Horns rise and curl back from his forehead, holding a lick of flame between them that casts light and shadows across his craggy features.

At his side his stone right fist glows from within, the scrawling patterns etched in the stone blazing with an unholy fire.

Breath coming out in chilled wisps, he glowers down at her; eyes dark, dead, with no recognition in them.