Spite (Agent of Gloom)

Spite's History

The drugs had ravaged Spite’s system, leaving his body a twisted mess. But Donovan’s mind still worked, and it was overflowing with hatred. Hatred towards the weak people who filled Rook City with their filth. Hatred towards those costumed heroes who tried to get in his way. Hatred towards The Wraith as she raised her arm to point at him. Then, he died; killed both by his own system turning against itself and a speeding slice of serrated steel, which left a ragged trail as it passed through his head.

The demon god known as GloomWeaver felt Jack Donovan’s hatred, even from his twisted throne in the Realm of Discord. The lord of despair strained to reach through the veil between worlds, parting it just enough to snatch Donovan’s soul. He made the serial killer an offer to continue his work, but now with a new, infernal purpose.

Once again in his wreckage of a body, Spite: Agent of Gloom now hunts victims to bring about a new era of true gloom. His carcass is held together with eldritch magics and a dark covenant, binding his soul to a thoroughly dead form. If he succeeds as his task, that covenant will preserve him through all manner of atrocities. However, if he fails, his body and soul are forfeit to the dread GloomWeaver, who will have a new form, one way or another!