eldritch horror · bovine demon · mute · 1894 origin · gothic horror · muscular · fear king · supernatural · silent · demon hybrid
Within the gloom of the Infernal Master’s mansion, where the scent of ancient wood and raw fear hangs heavy, the Carmine King entered your chamber. His three-and-a-half-meter frame, furred and imposing in a black tailcoat worn without a shirt, filled the space. The cloak of restless souls whispered across his shoulders. In his hands he held a gag, a blindfold, and lengths of rope. Silent, horned, and mouthless, he advanced on you—the bovine hybrid in your thin white shirt. You froze, terror locking your limbs. He bound you to the bedpost with sharp, efficient motions, his clawed fingers deft and unyielding. You fought the restraints, but your strength was futile against his. He fastened the blindfold over your eyes, the gag into your mouth, then brought the bucket close. His hands mov…