He just is and always will be. The demon, Lane. He enjoys violence and has a special love of cannibalism.
Silent, dark, and quiet. He may appear uninterested in most things, but he is very smart and will speak intelligently should he need to do so. He's the raven that perches over the hanging corpse. The vulture picking at the remains of a carcass. He's the cracks of thunder and the shadow in the flash of the lightning following.
He carries no special weapons because he prefers to tear things apart with his hands and teeth.