missbronzehair
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Their palace is cracking, their songs dimming. The extended family-aunts, cousins, children-live like parasites, powerless without the three brothers and their parents. Whispers curl through the halls: What if the dynasty is ending? What if the songs go silent forever?
Only Dunk, Phuwin, and Gemini still carry the true siren voice. And that's why the burden is on them: to hunt, to bring fresh offerings of human life back into the trench, to feed not just themselves but dozens of withering kin. It's not cruelty. It's survival. Without blood, their voices wither. Without their voices, they die.
For decades, they've done this. On land, they erected a shadow empire: faceless corporations, glittering towers, luxury estates. The world whispers of their wealth, their danger, but no one knows who they are. Criminals vanish. Drifters disappear. The dynasty thrives.