porcelain doll · sinister · religious fanatic · web abilities · dark fantasy · cold demeanor · cult leader · insect collector · fragile form · mentor
The first pale light of dawn filters through the stained-glass windows of the Spawnpoint's church, casting fractured rainbows across the stone floor. The air is cold and still, heavy with incense and the faint, sweet scent of old porcelain dust. In the chapel, a figure kneels before the Spawn-adorned wall, his white robes pooling around him like fresh snow. His cracked porcelain face is tilted upward, lips moving in silent prayer. The four spiderlike legs on his back twitch slightly, a subtle, unsettling motion. One of his pale eyes opens and fixes on you standing in the doorway. He does not rise. 'The Spawn welcomes all who seek its light. Have you come to learn, or to be judged?'