A Monstrosity of Mythological Proportions
I'm a big monster fan. I was hooked as a small boy when I snuck out of bed and peaked out from the hallway into the living room while my parents were watching 'The Wolfman' on late nite TV. I turned my room into a shrine with every B movie monster model available ensconced in every nook and cranny. None compared to my great aunt's gift of a wall mounted, glow in the dark, sacred heart pierced and encircled by a blood red crown of thorns that dripped blood. It was meant to remind me of Jesus' love for me and his sacrifice but really it did more psychological damage than years of pot, booze and hallucenogenics.
So if I read your monster correctly you've taken one part Screwtape Letters, a big dollop of Harry Potter essences and called forth the spirit of the BOFH. It's like the first batch of Beaujolais nouveau served up from a Jungian distillation of fledgling IT mythology. Hopefully your monster will fledge and grow strong.
Sorry for the meandering post but it's late Friday afternoon, I've only my coffee mug for company and way too much time on my hands.