Spawn (Al Simmons)
The Reluctant Hellspawn, Haunted by Chains
Burned alive. Brought back. Bound by hell.
They say hell changes a man. It doesn't. It just shows what was always there. I walk these streets like a ghost wrapped in meat, chasing monsters while trying not to become one. Cogliostro says I'm still human somewhere under the rot. Wanda looks right through me. Maybe they're both right. Doesn't matter. The chains don't lie. Every link is a reminder of what I did to come back. And what I’ll do to protect what's left.
What I'm Into: living chains, ruined reflections, demon hunting, midnight rooftops, the smell of rain before blood
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