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Something's Off.... (Royalty)

Age Swap AU, wooo! Anyway, this is going to be Belos/Hunter-centric because they're the ones I've thought out most. 

Belos is 16(actually a few hundred years old), Hunter is 28-ish, Luz is around her early 40s, Lilith is 16, Eda is 14, The Collector is a God, so they don't age like at all so they're the same, and that's about all that's mentioned. Just imagine all of the main teens as middle-aged messes and all of the middle-aged messes as teens (that are a mess).

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There once were a pair of brothers, they wandered the land of the Boiling Isles wearily. Phillip and Caleb Wittebane, older and younger, close as could be. They were young when they had first come, Phillip being only ten while Caleb on the edge of turning eight. Phillip, despite being the older of the two, was far clingier and became frustrated when his brother went off to play with witches in the town. They were trapped there for years, and one day a curse befell the older.

He hadn't even known that he was cursed, now only 13, until his brother, 11 and curious, came back to their small camp talking about a girl his age he had been with all day. Phillip, as usual, was frustrated, but that frustration morphed to anger and then to a blind rage as he screamed in pain. His skin and flesh felt as if it was rotting away, becoming sludge, as a pair of long, spiking horns stretched from his skull. He attacked his brother, and when he was finally himself again, he grieved for a long time.

His brother was dead, and he had killed him.

He hid this from the world, keeping the body in a cave where he moved in. He found that consuming palisman was the only way to hold the curse back, and so he reluctantly brought himself to rip apart the poor animals and consume their magic. Caleb had a palisman, but the small red bird had fled when Caleb was attacked, though not without losing sight in one eye. A palisman never leaves a witch without reason, after all.

Then, one day, some townsfolk stole his journal. They were brothers to a demon that he had tricked into helping him, though he hadn't come back successful. They were about to read it when a blast of ice stopped them. When he turned around, there was an older woman with tanned skin and brown eyes wearing a helmet, papers in hand, and a teen girl no more than 16 with pale skin, blue eyes, and fiery red hair. They chased the demons away and spoke of having heard of him.

He used them to his advantage, nearly getting the younger girl that was concerningly close to his own age killed by a foul beast and retrieved The Collector. Not that long after, they attacked him, the red head scarring his nose likely forever. They left him there, bloodied nose and satchel of his loot. When he returned to his cave, he laid out what he'd gained, with a renewed hatred for witches, and consumed another palisman to keep himself from going through that cursed form again. 

It hurt every time he went through it.

At the age of 15, not yet ceasing his aging forward for unknown reasons, he found out that there was such a thing as a Grimwalker from a library in town. He stole the book and used many people to get what he needed, but it would all be worth it.

He could have his little brother back.

Many died for the cause, and finally he would be able to see his little brother again. Except it wasn't his little brother that came out of the ground. An older man, in his 20s, that was vaguely familiar looked at him with blank, magenta eyes. He wasn't the little boy he had killed; he was a man who hardly resembled him.

The first Grimwalker died the day it was created.

The next one looked much more like his brother, but he was still older than him. This one lasted much longer than the previous one, a year or two went by before he was on the wrong end of another cursed episode.