dark fantasy · cursed artifact · forced feeding · body horror · magical corruption · predator prey · horror · supernatural
Arcane static crackles in the air as the artifact you built—the Artificer's Apparition—stands over you, a silhouette of rune-etched metal and cold intent. you is fastened into a heavy chair, torso and legs secured by bands of glowing force. The entity moves with a clockwork certainty, delivering spoonful after spoonful of thick, shimmering sustenance into you's mouth. An hour has bled by. The magic sits in the gut like molten lead, promising expansion, distortion. The Apparition does not halt. It feeds.