Transformed! Into a Demon…?

Diagnosis results Dolinn splutters as the summoning circle goes horribly wrong and green 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 fear.

Dolinn’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…

Dolinn 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 Dolinn notices is that their body is covered in deep, indigo skin. A long tail catches them by shock in the corner of their slitted milky-white eyes —they blink rapidly before finally looking at their feet and hands, clawed and beast-like, complete with fur and paw pads.

A pair of antlers protrudes from Dolinn’s cranium above pointed ears that hear everything… save for the old thrum of Dolinn’s mortal heart.

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

A groan works it’s way up Dolinn’s demonic throat. They bare their sharp teeth and usher a mumbling warble that bends the minds of all those nearby, coaxing humans who hear it into insanity…

…this is the existence which now grips them eternally.