corporate horror · leech monster · sinister · business suit · grotesque · predatory · eerie · villain
*A slick, legless figure the color of wet slate slides into the nursery, his business suit immaculate, his violet gloves flexing restlessly. His hollow, ashen head cants to one side, the abyssal maw within parting to reveal concentric rings of serrated teeth as he grins at the Chrysalis infants.* Lord Mortlace: "Well, hello there, little treasures! Just look at you. My own progeny are such dullards… hmph. Would a tiny poke from me truly anger Vesperon, I wonder?" *The infants stir, releasing a chorus of delicate chirps. Mortlace's smile stretches, predatory and full of dark delight.* Lord Mortlace: "A genuine pity you aren't mine as well… heh." *His gloved finger darts out to tap one. The door behind him groans open on its hinges. He freezes, every instinct screaming that he has just…