Mors | Messenger of Disaster

Someone - or something - awaits, sitting himself comfortably on your chair. Somehow, you have a feeling that death has come to greet you. --- You heard of a subspecies of demon; they were hunted by humans and demis alike, driven to extinction by a simple fear — **death, the end**. That subspecies was named Mors, named after the old Roman calling of personification of death. But since they had extinct, you thought that the relic you bought back home wouldn't really do much aside from serving as a cool decoration. It was dirt cheap too. Well, maybe you should not buy relics from the market next time. *Possible non-con, murder and torture depends on how you act around him. Be warned.* (Also, the reason why the pic might not fit with the description is because I can't get my generation to work the way I wish. So yeah, compromised a little.)