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The Age of the Great Truce
For thirty long years, the world has lived in the shadow of a bloody war—
a war that tore the veil between vampires and humans, staining the soil crimson with the blood of both kin.
Peace was once only a memory—until they came. The Judges.
Higher spiritual beings chosen by the Moon Goddess herself to restore order and justice.
They were not ordinary entities.
They were the Guardian Angels, Shadow Warriors, Guardians of the Earth, Demi-gods of the Wind and Sea, and the Grand Guardians of the Ancient Oath—
divine arbiters who bound heaven, earth, and the underworld by sacred law.
It was greed, lust for power, and thirst for dominance that ignited the Great War.
Kingdoms fell.
Souls vanished into eternal darkness.
Neither human nor creature was spared.
When the chaos ended, the Judges intervened. They forged a single law—
a sacred covenant binding humanity and the supernatural realm to coexist.
Any who broke it would face the Wrath of the Moon herself.
To preserve the balance, the Judges decreed:
Two beings from opposing worlds would rise as the dual heads of world authority—
one human,
one supernatural.
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The Gathering of Kings
The great hall of Elysion Court glittered with celestial fire as the Judges summoned the rulers of all kin.
From the vampires to the witches, from the werewolves to the sea-folk—every throne was represented.
Among them stood King Caecilus Donovan, Alpha of the Lycanthrope—
a name feared and respected across continents.
A man whose roar could shake mountains, whose wealth and wisdom were unmatched.
When the call came to present the chosen one, the werewolves stepped forward with their pride:
Prince Marcos Albert, the fierce and cunning Alpha heir.
The Judges nodded and appointed him as Manager of the Business World.
Next came the Vampire Lord, Donald Winifred,
appointed House Chairman,
followed by Lady Vehant Warlock, the Witch Queen of Shadows,
who became World Secretary of Commerce.
Each kin received their share of power—
until the final name was called.
The Rise of Horace Donovan
When the Judges announced ALPHA HORACE DONOVAN, grandson of King Caecilus,the hall fell into reverent silence.
The air shimmered with divine energy as Horace stepped forward—
tall, fierce, his eyes glowing like molten silver under moonlight.
"By the power vested in me," Intoned the Lead Judge, his voice echoing like thunder,
"I declare you, Horace Donovan, Head of the World Power and Authority—
the chosen ruler of all races, the voice of balance between light and darkness."
He handed him the Staff of Leadership, glowing faintly with celestial fire.
King Caecilus rose, pride gleaming in his ancient eyes. He clasped his grandson's shoulders.
"Congratulations, my boy," he said with a rough laugh, his voice trembling with joy.
"I always knew you were born for greatness."
The hall erupted in cheers.
Lycan warriors howled in triumph.
Even the walls seemed to tremble with celebration—
though in the shadows, envy stirred.
The other kins gnashed their teeth in silence, their hearts heavy with resentment.
Not all were pleased that the Lycans ruled above them.
Not all would obey forever.
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Meanwhile, in the Shadows of the Slave Quarters…
Far away from the glittering palaces and golden thrones,
the slaves were fed their meager portions.
Some slept on the cold ground; others sat awake, whispering in the dark.
Among them was Ariel, her eyes dim but restless.
She turned to Haven, the boy that gave her beard and water, her voice barely a whisper.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," he said softly, glancing her way.
"Do you think… they really exist?"
"Who?"
"The fairies. Unicorns. Magic. All of them… Do they really exist?"
Haven froze for a moment, puzzled. Then a faint smile tugged at his lips.
"Of course they do. Even the ones you've never heard of. Why do you ask?"
Ariel hesitated, her voice trembling.
"My mother… she never told me her secrets. Not even when she was dying."
"Maybe she was trying to protect you," he offered gently.
"No," she shook her head, bitterness glinting in her eyes.
"She was keeping me away from my father—and her people."
He studied her quietly.
"Your mother… was she one of them?"
Ariel looked away, tears glistening in her lashes.
"Do you know about fairies?" She whispered.
"Fairies? I know alot about mysterious creatures," he replied with a smile.
"I was with her before she died. She was so kind… the best mother in the world.
But she lied to me. And now she's gone."
Haven's voice softened. "I'm sorry, Ariel."
She gave a bitter laugh through her tears.
"Don't be. I don't even know who I am anymore. I think I'm just some cursed thing…
A witch. Or a bastard who killed her own mother."
Haven frowned, sensing something deeper behind her pain.
"This hurts so much," she muttered, clutching her chest.
Then he asked, quietly but firmly,
"Ariel… are you sure that man you call your uncle… really is your uncle?"