In the early 1900s, the nation of Aetheri came out of its long interdimensional isolation and revealed to the humans of the Symphony Archipelago that they were not alone in the multiverse. Things swiftly got ugly after that.
In the early 1990s, Aetheri's leadership changed, and in the Archipelago, a tiny broken family of half-siblings banded together in the face of the bile and hate that was boiling up between the humans and the non-humans.
In the early 2000s, that family was split apart. Hawk Press and his sister Liya Kiski both begin a long and exhaustive journey towards understanding the difference between friend and enemy--and between the family you're given, and the family you make.
Emry had peered at him, warily, through the rain. With his feet planted in the crabgrass he looked for all the world like he was real--but the rain did not take to him, did not seem to soak him, no matter how long he'd been standing there.
"My brother told me I had too many arms, too many heads, and too many wings." Emry had stood, hunched, in the half-twilight, at the edge of a swathe of ashy ground where his truck had been. His brow had tightened, his shoulders squared, indistinguishable from the living version. "He looked at me like I was a monster. A bigger one than he'd ever figured."
In the present time Teige mulled this over. He kilted his shoulders and head to one side, and murmured a slow "Well...you are a monster."
Hawk surveyed the steely talons that now capped his right hand with a deep glare. "'Preciate it," he said resentfully. Teige shook his head.
"No, no, no," he said irritably, "Y'know what your problem is, is you're getting 'monster' and 'evil' confused. What you are is a monster. A big fucken flying monster who talks to birds and exorcises ghosts. But you also got it in your fool head to walk a couple thousand miles to rescue yer baby sister."