Rabble Row was closely guarded by something I assumed was a figment of someone’s perverted imagination—a Nuckelavee. The memory of the creature hit me like a bolt of lightning. Growing up, I’d been told stories about the beast who was a member of a race called the Otherkin—monsters and such from the Otherworld. The beings could shift their shape and appear human or animal-like. Some of them had wings like a butterfly and could cast magick. But the Nuckelavee was the worst of these creations.
The demon, bearing human and animal features, lived near sea water and feasted off the souls of mankind. The Void, however, had no oceans—none of which I knew of. But as Drabus said, things made little sense in the realm. The Nuckelavee was definitely one of those things.
The lower half of the skinless monster had the body of a horse. As it moved, its exposed muscles pulsated. Its blood ran black within yellowed veins. The creature had one weakness—fresh water. According to the legend, if one chased you, find a stream or pond and you would be safe.
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