The Un-People

“The un-people, the anti-tribe, humanity’s sack unpicked and sewn together again with the moon inside.”
― Clive Barker, Cabal

There are people on the edge of society who are perhaps physically ugly due to no fault of their own. Malformed from birth, genetics, or accident - car wrecks, fire, falls, industry, are any number of reasons. These people need love as much as the rest of us, and yet because of the mangled flesh we seem to flinch and cringe before such beings and call them monstrous and monsters. So they hide from in the darkness, and sometimes in that darkness they find others like themselves who were once if not beautiful at least loved and needed. They begin loving each other in that darkness in a place called Median.