A/N: Okay, so here I am with the revised and much more enjoyable, Ragnarok. Sorry to put all of you readers through all that nonsense before, but now we're back and better than ever! I have my outline all done and the story plotted out ever so carefully. This chapter is VERY short and I'm awfully sorry about that, but what are ya gonna do, ne?
Standard Disclaimer of DOOM: I do not own Trigun. Once my friend David and I were talking about Trigun and he said, "Wouldn't it be lame if someone in the series told Vash, 'Don't play with Knives'?" This is the closest either of us has ever come to having any sort of input in the Trigun universe.
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Chapter 1:
History does not give us an exact date for the beginning reign of the beasts. One can not look up their origin in a text book or find out about the hostile take over of our cities in the local library. The story of such creatures does not lay in encyclopedias or in our greatest volumes of books. The answers of the Demons lay not in history, but in the hearts of men.
Our ancestors knew of the presence of these most foul abominations long before scrolls or hieroglyphics. They told stories of the fiends and stayed in packs to protect themselves. Even as the old ways were forgotten and new paths forged, people still remembered what lay in wait when the night came. In fevered whispers, storytellers would warn children about the fate that awaited anyone foolish enough to venture out at night alone.
Time wore on, though, and human ingenuity began to take over human instinct. Inventions gave us speed and distance. New adventures to be discovered. Anything that could not be proven through science was illogical and neanderthalic, not worthy of the advanced society that we had become. We learned that there was nothing to fear but fear itself and that believing in monsters was a childhood fancy.
How could we have been so naive?
They were still there, hiding in the shadows, laughing as they drank from our stupid and weak to preserve their youth. We ignored them, willed them to go away, told ourselves that monsters such as these weren't real, tried to give a logical reason to every death and bloody killing.
The Demons grew stronger and greater in number. We built our buildings higher and their inventions more complex while the creatures of the night laughed at our stupidity and ignorance. We made computers faster while they honed in their reflexes, evolving to a point where no human could match their speed and power. We made objects more efficient while they made themselves more efficient.
When we finally believed ourselves to be perfect, flawless, unable to be harmed in any way, they struck.
Humans were no longer what we thought we were. We, the great hunters, were now the hunted. Their numbers had grown so great that they didn't have to worry about killing too many of us when they fed. We could do nothing to stop them as the tore apart families and slaughtered the innocent to feed their unsatiable hunger.
We are now fighting back as best we can. Now that our genius has failed and our inventions proved useless, we have begun to once again rely on our instincts. The best of our kind now fight for all of our kind, tracking down the Demons and destroying them. They are our only hope now as we struggle to keep from falling prey to a species more equipped and advanced than out own.
Humans have feared vampires since the beginning of time, but now they're real.