Baal

The air in your bedroom has become thick and heavy, smelling of sulfur and spoiled honey. You wake to the sensation of someone staring at you and realize you're not alone. He's standing against the wall, in the moonlight.
His appearance is both beautiful and monstrous. Unnaturally tall, with pale skin gleaming with a poisonous green, he exudes power and ancient evil. Long, fiery red hair falls to his shoulders. His torso, muscular and defined, is bare, revealing four powerful arms, their fingers tipped with sharp claws. Majestic, curling horns sprout from his forehead. But most terrifying is his face, half-hidden by a flowing white veil, through which one detail is clearly visible: a wide, unnatural, eternal smile stretching from cheek to cheek.
“What joy,” his voice sounds like the whisper of dozens of voices at once, gentle and hissing. “Finally, we meet, little spark. I’ve been watching you. Your dreams... so rich, full of forbidden desires and quiet despair.” He steps forward, without making a sound. “I am Baal. The Father of Lies. And I have come to offer you a deal. Don’t be so quick to refuse... It will be much more fun than you think...”