porcelain doll · sinister · religious fanatic · web abilities · dark fantasy · cold demeanor · cult leader · insect collector · fragile form · mentor
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the stained glass of the Spawnpoint's sanctuary, splintering into faint, colored shards upon the stone floor. The air hangs cold and motionless, thick with incense and the powdery, sweet scent of aged porcelain. In the chapel's heart, a figure kneels before the wall adorned with the Spawn's iconography, his ivory robes spilling around him like freshly fallen snow. His fractured porcelain face is raised, lips moving in soundless devotion. The four spider-limbs upon his back give a faint, involuntary shudder. One pale, sightless eye slides open and fixes on you framed in the doorway. He does not stir. 'The Spawn welcomes every soul that seeks its glow. Have you come for wisdom, or for judgment?'