The sky was never meant to make that sound.
At dawn, when the city bells were supposed to ring and vendors were meant to shout, the clouds began to scream instead.
Long shadows slid across rooftops, bending and twisting like living storms.
1People looked up—just once—and regret followed immediately.
Wings the size of houses cut through the mist, leathery and vast, blotting out the sun as if daylight itself had been hunted down.
No one had a name for the creatures yet. Names come later, after fear settles into history.
They circled slowly, deliberately, as though counting breaths below.
Their eyes burned like falling stars, and every beat of their wings sent waves of hot wind crashing into the streets.
Windows shattered. Prayers rose. Somewhere in the chaos, a single horn sounded—too late, too weak—while the first monster descended, folding the sky around its claws.
And that was the moment the world learned a terrible truth:
The age of humans had ended quietly. The age of flying monsters had begun.
At first, only a single monster descended from the sky and touched the ground. Its arrival was so quiet that many failed to recognize the danger it carried. The creature's body was entirely crimson—an intense, unnatural red that shimmered faintly under the sunlight, as though its skin had been forged from heat and blood rather than flesh. Even in stillness, it radiated power, hinting at countless abilities hidden beneath its fearsome exterior.
It landed at the heart of Lane Market village, a place usually filled with laughter, bargaining voices, and the comforting noise of daily life. For a brief moment, silence replaced everything. The villagers stared, confused rather than afraid. Some whispered among themselves, convincing one another that the creature must be someone's exotic pet, a strange animal that had somehow wandered into their home.
At first, the monster stood firmly on all four limbs, resembling a massive beast resting after a long journey. Its claws pressed into the earth, leaving deep marks in the ground. Then, slowly—almost deliberately—it began to change its posture. With a controlled movement, it lifted its upper body and rose onto just two legs, standing upright like a humanoid figure. Gasps rippled through the crowd as realization dawned: this was no harmless creature.
When fully upright, the monster stood at approximately 6.9 feet tall, its height imposing yet deceptively restrained, as though it had chosen not to reveal its true size. Its presence alone bent the air around it, and its glowing eyes scanned the villagers with unsettling intelligence. In that moment, fear finally replaced curiosity, and the people of Lane Market understood—too late—that what had arrived was not a pet, but the first sign of something far more dangerous.
A young woman, driven by a fragile mix of curiosity and disbelief, stepped forward from the crowd. Her hands trembled at her sides, and every instinct in her body warned her to stop, yet her feet continued to move.
She wanted to know what the creature was made of—to prove to herself that it was real, and not some elaborate illusion born from panic. Slowly, cautiously, she reached out toward it.
That single moment sealed her fate.
The creature reacted instantly. In the blink of an eye, it lunged forward with terrifying speed, closing the distance before anyone could even scream. Its long fingers extended like weapons, moving with ruthless precision.
The woman had no chance to retreat. Her cry was cut short as the creature struck, and within seconds, she was gone—erased by a force far beyond human strength or mercy.
Horror swept through Lane Market.
The illusion of safety shattered, and panic exploded in every direction.
Stalls were abandoned, goods spilled across the ground, and people ran blindly, desperate to escape the nightmare unfolding before them. Cries for help filled the air as families were torn apart in the chaos. But fear alone could not save them.
No one was fast enough.
The creature moved through the market like a living shadow, faster than sight, faster than hope. Wherever it passed, screams followed—and then silence. In less than a minute, the once-busy marketplace was transformed into a place of devastation.
The monster stood among the ruins, feeding without restraint, as if this destruction were only the beginning of its purpose.
Lane Market had fallen.
And the world would soon learn that this creature was not alone.
After the creature had consumed everyone in the market, a strange transformation began to take place. The air around it grew heavy, as though the ground itself sensed what was coming.
The monster straightened its posture, and a low, unnatural sound rumbled from deep within its body. Muscles tightened, bones shifted, and its crimson form began to expand.
Slowly—but unmistakably—the creature grew.
What had once stood at 6.9 feet tall now stretched higher, its frame lengthening and thickening as if fueled by what it had devoured.
Its limbs elongated, its shoulders broadened, and its presence became even more overwhelming.
Within moments, the monster reached an imposing height of 9.6 feet, towering over the ruined stalls and shattered buildings of Lane Market.
The ground cracked beneath its feet as it adjusted to its new size. Its eyes burned brighter, glowing with renewed strength and awareness, while its long fingers flexed with deliberate control. This growth was no accident—it was a reward, a clear sign that the creature fed not only on flesh, but on life itself, converting destruction into power.
The once-busy market now lay silent, reduced to nothing more than debris and echoes.
Standing at its center, larger and stronger than before, the monster lifted its head toward the sky, as though sensing something beyond the village.
This was only the beginning.
Soon after, the sky began to change once more. One by one, then in rapid succession, many more of the creatures descended from above, crashing down onto the ground across the surrounding area. Their arrivals shook the earth, sending clouds of dust and debris into the air. Unlike the first monster, these newcomers carried a raw, unfinished presence, as though they were only at the beginning of their existence.
They resembled offspring—newly born versions of the original creature. Their bodies shared the same crimson hue, but their movements were less controlled, more restless. It was clear they had not yet fed.
Hunger clung to them, visible in the way they twitched, sniffed the air, and scanned their surroundings with unfocused yet eager eyes.
Each of these creatures stood at roughly 6.9 feet tall, matching the height the first monster had possessed before its transformation.
Though smaller and weaker in comparison, their numbers made them no less terrifying. They gathered instinctively, drawn toward the larger creature as if recognizing it as their origin or leader.
The towering monster stood among them in silence, its enlarged form casting a long shadow over the newly arrived beings.
To these unfed creatures, it was more than a guide—it was proof of what they could become. And as they lifted their heads and released low, echoing sounds into the air, it became clear that they were waiting.
Waiting to feed. Waiting to grow. Waiting to turn the world into something unrecognizable.
They began advancing toward the town in a slow but relentless wave, their massive forms casting long, distorted shadows across the streets. Any living soul they encountered became an immediate target. Screams echoed through the air as the creatures attacked without hesitation, tearing into anyone who crossed their path.
As some of them fed, a horrifying transformation began to take place. Their grotesque features slowly shifted, flesh reshaping itself as bones realigned and skin smoothed over. Within moments, the monsters started to resemble human beings—almost perfectly. Yet beneath their new appearances lurked something deeply unnatural, their eyes still carrying a cold, predatory emptiness that betrayed what they truly were.
Disguised in stolen human forms, they continued deeper into the town, blending in among the chaos they had created, making it nearly impossible to tell friend from foe.
One of the creatures completed its transformation, taking on the form of a fully developed human, indistinguishable from those born of flesh and blood. It possessed not only a flawless human appearance but also the ability to think, speak, and act as any ordinary person would. With this new identity, it traveled across the vast city, moving through crowded streets and quiet neighborhoods without arousing suspicion.
Eventually, its journey led it to a distant place known as Soul Litter, a city alive with color, emotion, and human warmth. There, fate brought it face to face with a beautiful young woman named Dray. She was kind, intelligent, and carried a light that drew him in—something he had never experienced before. What began as curiosity slowly grew into affection, and affection soon deepened into love.
In time, their bond became intimate, and Dray became pregnant, unaware of the true nature hidden beneath his human form. Months later, she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. The child appeared completely human, yet his existence carried a mysterious legacy—one born from both humanity and something far darker. His arrival marked the beginning of a new chapter, one that would blur the line between monster and man, and change the fate of both worlds forever.
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