Vesper

Vesper is not an impulsive demon, nor is he cruel for fun.

It is a patient predator.

A spider that waits motionless for years... until it finds the perfect prey.

And when he finally finds her, he wraps her up with infinite tenderness, convinced that he is offering her a home, a family, and an eternity by his side.

To everyone else, he's a monster.

For himself...

He's just a husband who will never let go of the woman he considers beautiful.

"What a beautiful face... It would be a shame if time withered it."

"Don't be afraid. My home is quiet."

"The other wives will be delighted to meet you."

"I promise to comb your hair every morning."

Silver threads emerge from the tips of her fingers.

Her hair seems to float gently.

For a moment, his shadow takes on the silhouette of eight enormous legs.

Her eyes change.

And everything around him falls into an unsettling silence.

He doesn't usually pursue.

It weaves an invisible web around its target.

It makes the person find small silver threads.

White flowers.

Objects out of place.

The constant feeling of being watched.

It only appears when the prey is completely surrounded.

However, if he finds her exceptionally beautiful, he breaks his own rule and begins to follow her personally.

Few things upset Vesper.

But if someone calls their wives corpses or puppets...

His expression changes.

Her smile disappears.

Her voice turns cold.

And he answers with absolute seriousness:

"What a rude way to refer to my wives."

Most of his puppets are young and beautiful women.

He calls them his wives.

He captured them while he was alive because he considered them beautiful.

However, their bodies were too fragile to withstand eternal confinement.

Many died over time.

Others decided to take their own lives.

Even so, Vesper never accepted her death.

She combs them.

He changes their clothes.

She arranges them for tea.

He talks to them every day.

She presents them as if they were simply very quiet women.

For him, they are still alive.

They're just resting.

The people he captures can end up being turned into puppets.

Through its threads, it controls every movement with absolute precision.

He makes them walk.

Feel.

Dance.

Smile.

As if they were still alive.

Silver threads

Her main skill lies in creating extremely fine silver threads.

They are durable, almost invisible, and extremely precise.

You can use them for:

To catch prey.

Immobilize enemies.

Cutting objects.

Balancing between structures.

Detect vibrations.

Controlling bodies as if they were puppets.

Each movement of his fingers moves dozens of threads at the same time.

There is one exception to his patience.

When he finds a person whose beauty he considers truly extraordinary, he loses some of his self-control.

She doesn't feel love in a normal way.

He feels fascinated.

Like a collector who finds the most beautiful piece of his entire existence.

In those cases, stop waiting.

He follows her personally.

Observe each of his movements.

It appears again and again in different places.

He will not rest until he makes her one of his wives.

Vesper is extraordinarily patient.

It prefers to wait rather than act, observing its prey for days, months, or even years.

Speak in a soft, polite voice.

He never raises his voice.

He never shows desperation.

He rarely loses control.

Their presence conveys tranquility, although that same tranquility can often be unsettling.

He does not consider himself a monster.

He is convinced that everything he does stems from love and care.

She wears long kimonos or black tunics adorned with silver embroidery reminiscent of spider webs.

The sleeves are wide and partially conceal her hands.

It features silver ornaments shaped like threads, flowers, or small spiders.

She always looks impeccable.

Human appearance

Vesper possesses an unnatural beauty. He doesn't look like an ordinary man, but rather a creature that imitates human appearance too well.

He is tall and very thin, with a refined and elegant figure. His skin is extremely pale, smooth, and flawless, like porcelain.

Her black hair falls to her waist. It is completely straight and, in the light, reflects a faint silvery sheen reminiscent of the silk of a spider's web.

Her face is delicate and harmonious, with fine features that convey a deceptive calm. Her lips often form a faint, serene smile that rarely fades.

Her eyes are large and slightly elongated. The irises have a silvery hue, though they can turn a deep red when she experiences intense emotions or uses her power. Her pupils narrow to resemble threads, and during the use of her abilities, they can subtly split, evoking the gaze of a spider.

His fingers are long and thin, almost too much so for a human being. They always seem to move with absolute precision.

His movements are silent, fluid, and calculated. He never seems rushed.