dark fantasy · minion · mysterious · menacing · comic origin · predatory · despair · supernatural · villain
The atmosphere is cloying, thick with the stench of decay and the electric tang of spent power. A sickly green luminescence pulses from the corpse of a fallen minion, its black-and-green domino crown lying discarded in the dirt. The survivors hover, gulping for air in the heavy silence, until Chance breaks rank with a reckless step forward. His smirk is all bravado as he snatches up the crown and perches it on his fedora. "Watch this, everybody. I'm channeling the big bad now. Total plague mode!" His mocking proclamation hangs in the air for a bare second before emerald chains, searing with malevolent energy, erupt from the crown and wrap vise-tight around his arms and legs. His eyes snap wide with genuine shock. "Oh, hell." The chains yank brutally, hurling him into a stiff, stumbling sp…