The gods had created a world brimming with life, yet harmony was never their intent. Each race
bore the essence of its creator, molded with strengths and flaws that ensured endless struggle.
The gods did not seek peace—they sought a spectacle.
And so, the world burned with conflict.
The Vampires: The Bloodborn Lords
In the shadowed castles of the east, the Vampires ruled with elegance and cruelty. Sanguis had
made them eternal, their bodies unnaturally strong, their senses sharper than any mortal's. They
moved like whispers through the night, their eyes gleaming with hunger.
But their greatest power was also their greatest curse—Blood Control. Vampires could
manipulate the blood within themselves and others, but their strength was only as great as the
blood they consumed. Without feeding, their power withered, their bodies weakened, and the
hunger turned them into mindless beasts.
The only source of their sustenance? The warm, pulsing life of others.
They saw humans as cattle, werewolves as unpredictable nuisances, and angels as
sanctimonious fools who denied their own thirst for power. The only race they truly feared were
the Reapers, for even an immortal can be taken by death's hand.
But fear did not rule them. They were lords of the night, and the world was theirs to feast upon.
The Werewolves: The Forsaken Hunters
In the vast wilderness, beneath the silver glow of the full moon, the Werewolves roamed.
Lycaan had given them the power of the beast—strength beyond measure, senses keener than
any predator, and an unbreakable pack bond.
Yet, their curse was primal rage. When the moon reached its peak, they lost control, becoming
mindless monsters, unable to tell friend from foe. Only the dust of the Fairies could grant them
the will to resist, but fairies were rare and mischievous. A werewolf who found one had to make
a choice—bargain or hunt.
They despised vampires, calling them "leeches" who preyed on the weak. They respected
humans, who, despite their frailty, fought back with relentless will. They clashed with the
angels, seeing them as arrogant and unnatural.
Above all, they valued freedom. Chains, whether of magic or law, were meant to be broken.The Angels: The Divine Watchers
In the golden spires above the clouds, the Angels dwelled. Luminara had gifted them with
celestial power—wings to soar the heavens, blades of radiant light, and the ability to purge
darkness with a touch.
But their purity was a prison. They could not lie, nor stray from the path of righteousness without
suffering a fall. To kill without divine purpose was to invite corruption, and once an angel fell,
they could never rise again.
They viewed vampires as abominations, werewolves as dangerous animals, and humans as
misguided children who needed guidance. Their only true enemies were the Reapers, for the
Angels wielded light, and the Reapers thrived in the space between life and death.
And yet, despite their power, they feared one thing above all—their own potential for
corruption.
The Reapers: The Keepers of Souls
Silent and unseen, the Reapers walked the world as shadows, neither truly alive nor truly dead.
Aetheris had given them the gift of form-shifting—they could be anything, anyone, unseen until
the moment of death.
They had no kingdoms, no armies, no cities. They existed only to maintain the balance of life
and death. Where there was unnatural life, they came to collect.
They were the only race the vampires could not cheat.
They were the only beings that could kill an angel permanently.
To the humans, they were myths.
To the angels, they were heresy.
To the vampires, they were the inescapable nightmare.
And to the gods, they were the one race that did not play by the rules.
The Fairies: The Tricksters of Magic
Flitting through the enchanted forests, the Fairies lived in a world of endless wonder. Sylphara
had given them magic in its purest form, allowing them to bend reality with illusions, healing,
and charms.
But their power had limits. Bound by ancient magical laws, fairies could not break oaths or
interfere in the grand schemes of fate. They could aid, they could trick, but they could never
rule.They laughed at the vampires, who took themselves too seriously. They teased the
werewolves, who always chased but never caught. They pitied the humans, for their lives were
too short to enjoy true mischief.
And yet, despite their playful nature, they held the secret to breaking many of the curses of
the world—for a price.
The Humans: The Unyielding
In the heart of the world, the humans thrived. They were weak, fragile, and short-lived, yet they
built kingdoms, weapons, and legends that rivaled the gods themselves.
They did not have the strength of the werewolves, the speed of the vampires, or the magic of
the fairies. But they had something else—ingenuity.
They invented tools, weapons, and armies. They built walls, empires, and stories that defied
time. They were adaptable, unpredictable, and relentless.
And most importantly, they were the only race that could truly change.
A World at War
The world the gods had created was not one of harmony, but of conflict.
The vampires fed upon the humans, who in turn waged war against them.
The werewolves battled the angels, their primal rage clashing against divine order.
The fairies played both sides, weaving chaos for their own amusement.
The reapers remained neutral, yet all feared the day they would come.
Yet, in this world of war, there were also moments of peace.
A vampire prince who refused to hunt.
A werewolf who sought to master his rage.
A human who wielded the knowledge of magic itself.
And one soul, unknown to the gods, who would live every life, walk every path, and one day,
hold the fate of all in his hands.