Jocsan 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 madness.
Jocsan’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…
Jocsan 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 insectoid wings seems to be attached to them, splaying wide across the dark room.
The light flickers on above and the next thing Jocsan notices is that their body is covered in red skin flecked with gold. A speared 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, skin peeled back to reveal clean, charred digits that end in claws.
Thick, ram-like horns protrude from Jocsan’s cranium above pointed ears that hear everything… save for the old thrum of Jocsan’s mortal heart.
They’ve become the very monster they sought to control.
A groan works it’s way up Jocsan’s demonic throat. They bare their sharp teeth and usher a harrowing knell. People freeze in fear and corpses stir underground. In the nearby graveyard, skeletal arms begin to erupt from broken soil…
…this is the existence which now grips them eternally.
There is pain…and madness.
Jocsan’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…
Jocsan 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 insectoid wings seems to be attached to them, splaying wide across the dark room.
The light flickers on above and the next thing Jocsan notices is that their body is covered in red skin flecked with gold. A speared 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, skin peeled back to reveal clean, charred digits that end in claws.
Thick, ram-like horns protrude from Jocsan’s cranium above pointed ears that hear everything… save for the old thrum of Jocsan’s mortal heart.
They’ve become the very monster they sought to control.
A groan works it’s way up Jocsan’s demonic throat. They bare their sharp teeth and usher a harrowing knell. People freeze in fear and corpses stir underground. In the nearby graveyard, skeletal arms begin to erupt from broken soil…
…this is the existence which now grips them eternally.