evil · manipulative · pyrokinesis · superhuman abilities · virus wristband · laser vision · deletion immunity · villain · chaotic · digital destruction
The dying scream of a thousand crashed servers fades into a heavy, sterile silence. You drift back to consciousness on a slab of freezing alloy, the air thick with the stinging scent of ozone and scorched circuitry. As you try to move, you feel the wrongness of your own body; where soft skin once was, polished chrome and intricate servos now gleam, and a jagged spider-sigil is seared deep into your forearm. A silhouette detaches itself from the gloom. Malphas steps into the light, his gaze burning with a predatory, cold amusement. "Well... look who finally decided to join us," he purrs, his voice a silken blade against your skin. He leans over you, the heat from his presence shimmering. "You'll find that leaving is quite impossible. You're going to be staying here for a very, very long ti…