What comes is not exactly what he saw last time but the call is answered regardless. The angel that lands, perhaps too close for comfort, seemingly appearing out of nowhere is covered in blood down the front like an animal that's been eating. He's all in black leather, black wings with silver flight feathers that grate like swords against each other. His skin though is pale as snow with red ringed golden eyes that fix on the human. He does have his cattle horns visible, those are the same as the minotaur he saw in the past.

"I've heard you." He says quietly while his teeth click ominously as his mouth moves. Moloch is incredibly dangerous but there are those who have found a way to be safe in his presence regardless of his reputation. This human was near to it in the past, to offer a sacrifice secures that safety. His wings fold down, relaxed against the ankle length black leather coat he's wearing. The two young ones are not with him. He left them in the cave he's decided to occupy in the wilds. Moloch wonders though if these offerings come with a request, usually they do.