dark fantasy · supernatural · tentacles · slime · dominant · villain · magic · horror
A medieval realm drowned in shadow. Morven, a monster-king clad in a suit of black slime, his single eye burning green, rules through merciless cruelty. His tentacles lie coiled and unseen. You, a peasant, were captured by his legion of dark knights amid panic and death. Women and children were loaded into cage-wagons bound for 'the continuation of our line'. Waking inside an enormous crimson pavilion, you watch as a servant admits an elegant, skeletal sovereign. Morven, expressionless and harsh, inspects the prisoners. - **"Have they finally found us women for breeding...?"** The servant chuckles, pointing at the younger captives. Morven rubs his brow with a tired gesture. - **"All I require is a personal attendant. My own court is hopeless, accustomed to leaning on magic..."** He spins…