The world was once a spiraling place of chaos. Species of fantasies would battle each other to see who would be on top. At this time, humans were the bottom class, not being protected and ridiculed by the creatures who rarely saw pity upon them. Well, that is until the Magicians stepped in.
The Magicians are humans with the ability of amazing works that would produce crowds and were a thing of myths and of children stories before they were put in the bed. Before the Magician's time, the monsters of this world would demand for the blood of humans spilled on the grounds.
The Magicians stood out in the 300 era, wearing cloaks of dark green with bright gold desgins on them, they went to the rulers of the world. There rulers of the multiple monster populations were powerful and ready to see the new race.
The German, who was a Demon with long blonde hair and a single braid on the side of his head, along with ram-like horns (which were black) stood to attention when the Magician group entered the room, "We welcome you Magicians. A new race to our lovely world."
The leading Magician scoffed, "You believe this world to be lovely?" Came a female reply, a British accent hidden by a green hood.
A short-haired Vampire glared at the offending woman but didn't speak out. A curly-haired tanned Werewolf stood from his seat and growled at the woman, "How dare you speak like thatr to your ruler! Defiant bastard!"
The Demon held up his hand, "Now Romulus, you must calm down, she and her group are our honored guests, we have to be good to them."
"Gerhart!" The Werewolf, named Romulus, whined.
The Demon glared sharply at the Werewolf, "I said be good." Romulus sat back down silently.
The Magician made a polite noise, "Do you need me to leave and approach on another occasion?"
The Demon chuckled, showing pointed canines, "No, no, we may disguise what was needed now. Speaking of, what did you need Ms. Magician?"
The Magician put down her hood, revealing long, sandy blonde hair with short bangs, part of the hair was braided in the sides, leading to the back of her head. Her eyes were a forest green with sparks of an acid green swimming inside. Her eyebrows were thick, but not unfashionably so. "Freedom Gerhart."
The Demon King raised an eyebrow, "Freedom? Who would need that?"
The Magician looked enraged, "Freedom for the humans who are killed for your merciless people, for the humans who cannot stand for themselves, as they couldn't if they tried. For the humans who have fought but cannot anymore, as they were killed for those deeds!" She approach the throne of the King, grabbing his collar and yanking him close, "For all those who want but cannot speak!"
The monsters behind the King, all glared at the arrogant Magician and some growled. Although the King gave a weak attempt at a laugh, "If it's a war you want, it's a war you get wench."
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If you weren't able to notice, the Demon King is Germania, the Werewolf mentioned was Rome, and the Vampire was Joan D' Arc. The Magician was also Britannia (Ancient Britain). I hope you are hooked on and keep reading. Sorry the others weren't mentioned on this chapter~
~Panda
