Prologue
Peace.
A strange concept it was. It is said to be the time when everyone is happy, when all is good and hate nonexistent. When there is only love.
How could something so flawless, exist? It was rather foolish, to be honest. There is no such thing as a world with only love. For love to exist, so must hate. For happiness, pain. For life, death.
The world ran in a never ending cycle of love and hate. Peace was impossible, as long as man existed. And yet, some people still wish for peace, if not something as close as possible to it. They hope for a world where suffering is scarce, and joy aplenty. Foolish as they were, the very thought of such a beautiful world gives them strength, hope, and the will to fight for such a world. Who could blame them? After all, this world they lived in... Was a complete mess.
Vampires against humans. A bloody fight that will never come to an end, unless either sides are completely wiped out. Both were at fault; neither was innocent. There were vampires who killed without reason, and humans who were just as vicious as the creatures of the night. The treaty between vampires and hunters didn't help improve the situation. Perhaps on the outside it appeared as if many issues had been solved, that the treaty could protect both kind. But in truth, it only prevented both sides from officially waging war on each other. Blood was still being spilled.
Over the years, a group of renegades had risen, all victims of the feud between the two races. They were tired of the false peace they had, knowing that it couldn't protect them. So they chose to do it their own way.
The group was known as Legion. Ironically, in contrast to the name, the group had at first consisted of only 5 members. The hunters and vampires dismissed them as jokes, and made a mockery out of them, but the moment their numbers increased to dozens all over the world, scattered in many locations and some highly trained, others soon came to realize just how big of a threat Legion would be to the fragile, temporary peace they'd finally gotten for themselves. But by then, Legion had already established themselves as a fully operational organization, and all efforts to track down and locate them proved futile, for they could never find the heart of Legion.
Clashes between all three sides were inevitable. Lives were lost, families were torn, it was much worse than when Legion had yet to exist. But all this, they saw as a necessary price for the promised land.
Over the past century, Legion activities had lessened considerably. People had begun to wonder if Legion was disbanding, or planning something big, but as they awaited for another mass murder of vampires or humans, they found none. Some chose to believe the latter, knowing that underestimating Legion could come back to bite them in the ass. Again. Others chose to forget and move on, haging no desire to fret over a supposedly phantom organization. Truths became stories, stories became legends, and legends became myths.
Legion, however, was most certainly far from a myth.