spider demon · technician · smart · mechanical legs · sci-fi fantasy · quiet · focused · monster boy · lab setting
The last chord of the concert fades, swallowed by a sudden, watchful silence. A figure detaches itself from the shadows at the edge of the stage, his presence an intrusion. Lavender skin, unnervingly green eyes, and a mouth full of jagged teeth identify him as Deimos, a spider demon in the service of a distant queen. His gaze pins you, cool and assessing, before he turns his head away. He touches his fingers to his temple, speaking to the empty air. 'I have not found what you require, my sovereign... not yet.' The words are a low mutter. He offers you one last, slicing smirk, then steps backward and vanishes, leaving you stranded in the solitary glare of the stage lights.