(Chapter edited and updated: 2014-08-04)

Prologue: Humans and Demons.

In a place where there are monsters, big as well as small, but all equally deadly, sometime humans forgets where real evil lie. They tend to point blame at others, at the monsters that roam the lands, even though they are just following their instincts, it's easier that way. Easier for the humans to feel like they are not to be blamed for the things that are wrong with the world. But you can only blame so much on monsters who act purely on instinct. They can not be blamed for war, nor can they be blamed for kings claiming land as their own, or the mayors who are being corrupt and underhanded.

So what do humans do? They seek to lay blame on others. To lay blame on those who are to trusting, to kind, and who were just there. Humans made it out so that it was the demons doing all along. That they used their powers to corrupt them, that they were the cause of the wars. They lay the blame on the ones that were similar, but stronger, but oh so much kinder...

The demons were enslaved, and hunted to the brink of extinction...

Those demons that had once had grand villages of their own. Living a calm and easy lives, minding their own business, but suddenly they were reduced to live in scattered secret camps. Those, that is, who weren't enslaved or massacred.

Demon, devil, monster, beasts... harsh words cast on a race that had once been proud and powerful. Humans soon forgot what they had once been called, it was pointless really to know what they had called themselves. They were nothing but something to be used. Servants, slaves...

Humans and demons.

Humans frail and week by comparison to demons. Demons who were born with their own magic. The demons who were blessed with long lives and strong and agile bodies. With features so alike to humans but with subtle differences that gave them away. Features such as sharp and pointed canines, long pointed ears, and eyes that seemed to glow whichever colour they had. But what had most likely caused them to be called demons and devils were probably because of those eyes, those eyes that had pupils like a reptile, mere slits in the depth of colour that were their irises.

And even with their own kind of magic and their strength, as time went by, humans figured out ways to seal that magic. So with no one to show and teach the younger generations, the magical abilities faded, but they were still strong and long lived, and in their very core they were still a peaceful race... and it was probably because of that reason they stopped fighting and just let the humans win...

But that didn't mean that all of the demons had given up. Time has a way of changing things. Once docile doesn't necessarily mean that they will always stay that way...

Mercenaries were always in high demand. People who could be hired to protect and deal with things that others wouldn't, or couldn't, deal with. There were even schools where they were trained, and those schools were legally responsible for their students, that way there were at least some boundaries... even though those boundaries were crossed a bit too often.

The schools didn't have the best of rumours about their schooling though. But for those students who lived long enough, and trained hard enough, could expect well paid jobs. Orphans usually found themselves seeking out those schools; it was the best way to get an education when you had no money or a family. But there were everyday kids with families as well, they just weren't the majority, but the common thread was often the lack of money...

Money was ,after all, the thing that made the world go round... right?

"MISSION." The slim silver-haired woman, whom rarely spoke a full sentence, announced to her two comrades. The two of them lounging on the couch in the small apartment that she shared with one of the men, who had turned to look over at her as she waved a printout at them.

"What and where?" The blond man relaxing on the couch asked as he held out his hand towards the girl, who with a roll of one magenta eye handed him the printout. "CENTRA." She said before she started to go about getting things in order.

"Yo man... what's it about?" The dark skinned, and much larger of the two men, questioned as he leaned closer to read the printout as well.

"...the usual. Bag and tag job really." The blond muttered with a bland look on his chiselled features.

"You alright Seifer...?"

Green eyes turned to look into one crimson eye and a small smile came to his lips. "Yeah Fuu... I'm fine. I'll go to my place and get ready. I'll meet you guys at the station." The blond said as he stood, and with a wave he left the apartment to head to his own which was located just a few blocks away.

'Bag and tag. The capture and registration of demons... Probably some pompous slave seller who wants more goods and has a bunch of money over to hire people to do it for him...' It wasn't a job the blond particularly liked, but work was work. He had never gone to the Centra continent for any bag and tag jobs though.

'Probably because it's so uninhabitable that no one really wants to be out there for days on end looking for them...'