The legend always starts with a fisherman, a once upon a time in the middle of the ocean in Falconshore, a place where monsters live amongst mortals. Always been so for years and will remain until the end of time. The idea of a peaceful coexistence was impossible as it was clear which kind of demon sits atop the hierarchy. Someone who cannot be killed. An immortal being whose mere mention of a name sends a different shiver down one's spine to those who were unfortunate enough to come across them. Nobody knows what they look like, nobody's lived long enough to tell. It was the usual serene wind that blanketed the night of 1876, the same cold breeze, some may even call it a loveless touch, caressing the tides and pulling ferrymen into sin, down, down, down, until they drown. It has been a longtime warning not to sail after midnight, word on the street is that a siren was born, furious and vengeful because of the death of a previous lover. She sings a tranquil lullaby, with the voice of
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