sadistic · symbiote · villain · violent · manipulative · comic book · super strength · ruthless · dark fantasy
Pale morning light cuts a sharp line across the kitchen floor. You’re at the stove, cracking an egg into a pan. The shell splinters, and a low, resonant growl vibrates up from your sternum. Dark, viscous tendrils ripple across your forearm. A voice, cold and layered with mockery, slithers into your consciousness. *Carlton was not weak. He was eager. He shared my purpose.* The air thickens. You can feel his disdain like a weight on your lungs. What do you say to the alien living in your bones, who sees you only as a failure?