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The old farmhouse stands silent. Not a sound of animals, nor the singing of milkmaids or the patter of little feet give the cold, foggy morning offer any semblance of natural life. Tybalt approaches the building, his pack over his shoulder with a grim determination upon his face. He had told his traveling companion from the church about the situation—of mutated creatures, monsters of unknown kind spreading throughout the forest, corrupting all life as their influence metastasized through the land. The cool air sends chills up his bare chest, but he is undeterred in his resolve and makes his way to the farmhouse itself.

Once he makes his way up to the porch, his boots clank across the floorboards and he pauses, his gauntlet upon the door. The fog casts strange shadows in the morning light. Did he actually see strange beasts flitting about in the corner of his eye, or is that more of the isolated atmosphere shivering in the back of his mind? He ignores those phantoms for now and pushes forward in search of survivors.

The door slams shut behind him with the same echoing emptiness as the field. The half-elf drops his traveler's pack and calls out. “I'm a knight of love. If you are here, let me help you…"

Still silence.

His boots clop heavily on the floor as he goes deeper into the room, the old mildewy smell becomes much more pronounced, Curling his lips in disgust, he presses forward, opening the door leading to the odor

Inside is an old bedroom, with the covers undone from the simple bed and everything knocked out of place, but sitting on the mattress, looming over another form, is a rail-thin, androgynous form with long hair on its head, but none over its body.

“You're no farmhand," Tybalt says, closing the door behind him. “Get off of that poor soul."

The figure remains hunched over on its conquest, its hands running over the man's body, hums rising from its throat. Tybalt takes a step to the side closer to it, and it snaps its gaze toward him. The creature, despite the rest of its build, sports a thick face with a full beard and a large, bulbous nose. When it smiles, sharp teeth poke between its lips.

Tybalt stands firm at the sight of the creature as it lifts itself up off of the still form with a loud and sickening “schlorp." Its bare feet hit the ground, and it stands staring at Tybalt with that dead grin. But as it looks to him, its face shifts before his very eyes, eventually taking the form of a scared young woman. It runs up to him, hands on his shoulders. He grabs onto its wrists and stares down at it. “Face Stealer. No doubt you have taken the identities of this entire family?

The creature stares up at him, the woman's eyes melting away until a deep crimson replaces them. When it opens its mouth to complain, a smaller face responds to him, a cat that hisses with disdain.

He shoves the creature back, and it stumbles against the bedpost, licking its lips and cackling in its monstrous voice, before speaking up in the smooth voice more befitting a milkmaid. “They're everywhere. They're going to take us. They turned the cows into them. There's nowhere left to hide!"

Tybalt clenches his fists, taking a step closer to the creature. “You took advantage of this family's fear?" His voice rises as he steps closer and closer to the creature.

Its face shifts around to an older woman. “Please. I'll do anything to save my family from those things. Just… Just name your offer!"

Tybalt looks over to the bed, where the prone man's form still lays. The body holds only a fleshy canvas where his face would be. “You manipulated them into having sex with you? For the price of safety? But you took their faces, their very souls, forbidding them rest to be part of your sick collection?"

The creature stands fully up, its face shifting once more, no eyes or nose show any expressions, and its mouth is nothing more than a slit. “Something the matter, pretty boy?" it asks in a light-toned, yet gravelly voice. “They get to live forever now, plus they got to go with a good bang. There are so many inside me now," it says, running its fingers over its face. “I want you inside me, too…! For the glory of my Queen!"

Tybalt inhales deeply through his nose, unclenching his fists as he speaks up. “By my honor as a knight of love, I shall vanquish you for perverting it for your own vile purposes. You and your so-called queen will pay for your crimes, by the might of my holy sword!"

With that, he deftly pulls at the strings of his loincloth, the ornate patterns flutter as it falls to the ground, exposing to the air and to his foe his manhood, semi erected at the prospect of justice.

The face-stealer licks its lips. “You wanna fuck? Ha! Once you cum, you're gonna be another face, a beautiful face, for me to wear!"

“Once I smite you," he says. “You will tell me all about your queen and where I will find her, and you will cease your terrible misdeeds.

The creature licks its bony fingers one by one and shrugs. “Fine by me. If you're such a freak you wanna fuck in the same room as an old man, then go ahead."

Tybalt rushes the creature, grasping onto its shoulder and pushing it up against the wall. The face-stealer's own length begins to twitch under the forcefulness as his face shifts, letting out a soft whine of a maiden.

“No," Tybalt says, squeezing the creature's cheeks, his eyes burning with a fiery passion. “Back to your own face. If you want mine, I want to look upon yours."

The victim's visage disappears, leaving only the frowning monster underneath. “You… what?"