"What is a weapon?"

This is a question that Raian Ghannam asks himself almost daily, and while the horns of war echo from the horizon, Raian spends his days tending to creatures that were designed for that very purpose alone.

Living, breathing weapons, forged through unnatural means surround him on a daily basis. Monsters that exist from the genetic foundations of deep-sea creatures, and taboo thaumaturgic relics that had long since been delegated to mythology.

Sometimes, playing god goes too far, but such limitations are a mere suggestion when funded by the government of Tarin Oth itself. The death of ethics bore witness to a new line of beasts of war, a weapon that Tarin Oth proclaims to hope to never use.

The Aberrants.

"What happens if a weapon starts to fall in love?"

Raian was prepared for a lot of things, with death existing among those things, but being followed about by a bipedal Vampire Squid as if he were Raian's shadow was far beyond his paygrade.