Transformed! Into a Demon…?

Diagnosis results Autumn splutters as the summoning circle goes horribly wrong and purple smoke consumes them, coiling up from the ground. Archaic runes rise from the floorboards as magic weaves its way into the helpless vessel.

There is pain…and madness.

Autumn’s spine twists. They feel a burning, writhing sensation as if their very nerves are wriggling to break free from their flesh. Suddenly, something is changing…

Autumn blacks out.

When they come to, they’re lying stiff on the cold floor and their new form covers the now-ruined circle.

Wait …new form-!?

A set of feathered wings seems to be attached to them, splaying wide across the dark room.

The light flickers on above and the next thing Autumn notices is that their body is covered in tiny dark feathers. A short, furry tail catches them by shock in the corner of their slitted silver eyes —they blink rapidly before finally looking at their feet and hands, elongated and clawed like a vampiric creature from the backwoods.

Thick, ram-like horns protrude from Autumn’s cranium above pointed ears that hear everything… save for the old thrum of Autumn’s mortal heart.

They’ve become the very monster they sought to control.

A groan works it’s way up Autumn’s demonic throat. They bare their sharp teeth and usher a mournful roar, instantly summoning a torrent of rain above which doesn’t stop for days…

…this is the existence which now grips them eternally.