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The raw terror from that encounter was gone, replaced instead with a strange chill that raced down my spine. "We humans usually need food and rest to keep our bodies functioning properly. Novel concept, I know. I understand that might be difficult for you to grasp, seeing as you're already dead." Was he frowning? I thought I detected a shift in his expression. "I'm very much alive. Only changelings are considered undead."

All right, progress. "So you remember how changelings work? Human baby and a blood transfusion without their consent? The monster is sad because it's infertile, but still really wants kids. So, it breaks into the home of a newborn. One that hasn't had its first birthday yet, because old magic is ageist somehow. So the monster feeds the baby its blood, once every full moon, for a year. And because cryptids are teeming with magic, the baby mutates. Could become a full cryptid itself on one side of the scale or just a magical human on the other end. Either or, changelings always come with a mark. A mark that's like a type of genetic ID until their parent monster comes to take their child home.

A cave that couldn't be weakened or destroyed by any earthly weapons. For years, humans finally gained back control, however, we weren't as cruel as these creatures. Rules guarded them. In the year 1850, the shadow from which they hid couldn't contain them forever. A tyrant, bastard, Nicholas Sylvester led a war which he believed was rather liberating us. We were little beings he meant to change. The Changeling, he titled the war.

"Seb is already dead." I rose a brow. "You're shit at explaining things." He rolled his crimson eyes at me, the unnerving colour of blood. "Maybe if you'd learnt about the world around, grizzly bear." He growled at me, I narrowed my brows in annoyance, but let him continue. "You'd know that Changelings only take forms of those they've already killed." I clenched my jaw. "I thought they took kids." I bit at him. His brow twitch with arrogant surprise. "Usually, yes." He agreed, making my brow twitch in surprise.

The most shocking part is that if the people that ought to make the sacrifice dies before fulfilling their pledge Diemon will not allow their soul to rest until they have made the sacrifice,so the soul of this people will torment their prey until they are offered as a sacrifice to him. Some years after a monk by the name Chang Cheng tricked Diemon and cast a spell on him which turned him into a statue just to save his student,he was therefore buried in a cave deep in the forest where no man can find him.Unfortunately Diemon was released from the spell some days ago by a doctor called Derek who's blinded by his ambition to rule the world. "How did you get to know all this secret George?".Blak

"There are at least twelve more of them." The room was quiet. "Twelve confirmed," he said. "Possibly more. What I examined from the remains contained a kind of record. Not a memory exactly but something like an imprint of connections. The Changelings do not communicate directly with each other but they are aware of each other in a general sense. Like knowing a door exists without being able to see through it. From what I could read from that imprint there are at minimum twelve others currently embedded in kingdoms and territories across the known world."

"Its entire body is brown, like mud. It sort of looks like a frog, but the eyes are more like those of a cat. Plus, it can talk." Salvatore's face paled. "You saw one?" I nodded. "Last night. In my room." "Did you tell Professor Pops?" He looked utterly freaked out. "No. I forgot." "How could you forget? Sheesh, Snow. He needs to know that stuff." He crossed his arms. "A lot's happened lately." I had no excuse except I really had forgotten about it. He exhaled. "They are despicable creatures called changelings." He clucked his tongue. "I've encountered one before. Evil and vile, but easy to kill." He walked past the pixies.

Aggie says, staring down at my baby with adoring eyes. Gray eyes? The baby's eyes are blue. I stared into them for so long this morning, I know what color eyes my child has. I look at Cash. He smiles at me in return. “He is a changeling.” A what? “A changeling. Fairy babies have there own special powers. Long ago fairies would steal human babies and leave orphaned fairy children in their place. The fairy children would take on the appearance of the human so no one would notice.” That is horrible. Why would they do such a thing as steal human babies?

Lilith was already being introduced to the other people by Belphegor, and Abyss and Dura seemed to look at her with squinting eyes, they were rather alert in her, as she was a Succubus of great beauty and charming power… However, they didn't know that the Succubus charm had no effect in Chaos, as he was immune to mind-affecting powers, which included charm. Chaos glanced at the twenty monsters he had summoned, wondering what they could become if he evolved them… However, deep inside he had also wondered how they could taste, especially that Succubus or the Gazer… or even the slimes, the skeletons, and the Treant… But he decided to restraint himself from trying to eat them, as he wanted to se

They resembled humans in form, possessing hands with wicked claws and legs ending in feet, but their features were twisted and grotesque, their eyes burning with a malevolent light. They were not quite human, not quite beast, but something far more terrifying. "You three, stay put," I commanded, my voice calm despite the adrenaline coursing through my veins. "Observe and learn. These creatures are formidable, and their presence here is a sign that something is deeply amiss within the Endless Forest." I rose to my feet, brushing the dirt from my trousers. [Revenant - Level 121] Evil alignment Element- Poison [Born from the ashes of a life cut tragically short, a revenant is a soul consumed by