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For five centuries the world has lived in the shadow of a bloody war—
a war that tore the veil between supernatural 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,
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 Queen of witches
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.
"You said your name is Haven, right?" She asked, and he nodded slowly.
"Haven winters."
"Can I ask you something?"
"How long have you been a slave?" She asked.
"It's been two months now."
"Did you commit any crime?" She asked carefully.
"Well... My father sold me as a slave," he said nonchalantly like it was nothing. "He said I'm possessed by sort of demon."
"Ju-- just like that?" Ariel' asked, shocked by his word.
"Yeah, just like that."
"What about you?" He turn to ask her. "Why are you here?" The both paused for a while before be continued. "No offense but you look so fragile and innocent to be called a witch. According to the man that sold you out, he said you're a witch. Are you a witch?" He bombarded.
"No-- no I'm not, I don't even know the exit till after she died, yet I still don't believe."
"Believe what?"
"Supernatural being lives among us, including the ones I'm seeing now." She half whispered, glancing around to make sure no one hears what she just said.
Haven begin to laugh in hearing this. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to laugh, but are you serious? You don't even know that things like that exist?"
" No I don't, my mother kept me away from them. She died eleven months ago, then I went to stay with my uncle, but his wife despised so much that she convinced her husband that I'm a witch, I never knew that he was going to sell me out as a slave," Ariel let out a pain laugh, tears slowly drip down her eyes, wetting her cheeks.
Have felt her pain, he haven't known her for long, but now it feels like he has known her for all his life.
"I miss my mother so much, I wouldn't have been here if she was alive. I wouldn't have suffering this much, I miss beth as well," she broke into tears.
"I feel terrible for you, don't cry to much it won't help you at all." He consoled her.Haven froze for a moment, puzzled. Then a faint smile tugged at his lips.
"I don't even know who or what I am anyway. 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?"