The forsaken kin

Even the heavens can weep and when they do tragedies unfold and monsters are born.

It begins with a line forming in the night sky, stars allign themselves to warn us mortals of what is to come. When the eye, framed by stars, opens its tears starts to fall. Slowly it descents dripping down to the earth, its essence darker than even the black sky. On the ground it falls seeking doom whoever dared to wander too close.

Those unfortunate souls caught in its wake are morphed and transformed beyond recognition, merged with the other victims into something else. But the tear shapes more than just bone and flesh but mind and soul as well.

The cursed turn on their kin, familiy or friends until fleeing into the wild, where they will roam and bring terror to whoever looses the path.