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History, as it is often said, is written by the victors. In the annals of the supernatural, however, there are no true victors, only survivors bearing the scars of conflicts too profound for mortal comprehension.
Amongst these forgotten and whispered calamities, none resonates with quite the same chilling weight as the Great War.
A conflict that shattered the very foundations of reality as it was known, it pitted celestial hierarchies against infernal legions, with a schism within the heavens further rending the already fractured landscape.
Yet, woven into this tapestry of divine and demonic strife, a thread of alien origin emerged, forever altering the course of this apocalyptic struggle and casting a long, enigmatic shadow into the ages that followed.
This thread belonged to the Illuminates, a race from beyond the stars, whose arrival transformed a three-way war into a chaotic four-pronged maelstrom of power and annihilation.
The origins of the Great War remain shrouded in conjecture, a subject of endless theological and metaphysical debate amongst those who dwell in the hidden realms.
Some whisper of a divine paranoia, a celestial autocrat, God himself, succumbing to fear and lashing out at any deviation from his rigid dogma. In this grim interpretation, the war began as a preemptive strike, a purge against perceived threats both within and without his heavenly dominion.
Others point towards the First Fallen, the original rebel angel, whose defection sparked not merely a dissent, but a full-scale rebellion against the established order of Heaven.
This betrayal, fueled by ambition or perhaps a nascent understanding of cosmic injustices, is often cited as the initial spark that ignited the inferno.
Finally, there are those who indict the Devil Kings, the rulers of the infernal realms, whose insatiable hunger for power and dominion is believed to have driven them to challenge the celestial balance, tearing open the fragile veil between dimensions and plunging creation into war.
Regardless of the true genesis, the Great War quickly escalated into a conflict of unimaginable scale and ferocity.
Angels, wielding the might of divine grace, clashed against Devils, fueled by infernal rage and cunning.
Caught in the crossfire, yet wielding their own formidable powers, were the Fallen Angels, those who had cast off the shackles of Heaven, forging their own dark path amidst the chaos.
For eons, these three factions waged war across planes of existence, their battles reshaping realities and leaving scars upon the fabric of creation itself.
But just as the conflict seemed to have reached its bloody stalemate, a new, unforeseen element entered the fray.
From the cold expanse of interdimensional space, the Illuminates arrived.
An alien race, utterly detached from the biblical narratives and power struggles of Angels, Devils, and Fallen, they were driven by a singular, chillingly pragmatic goal: conquest.
Earth, a world teeming with life and untapped potential, became their target.
And unlike the native factions, the Illuminates are not beings of faith or spiritual energy in the traditional sense.
Instead, they are masters of advanced technology, capable of feats that dwarfed even the most potent divine artifacts.
Most terrifying of all still is their collective consciousness, a hive mind orchestrated by their leader, the entity known as the Great Mind Emperor.
This unity granted them an unparalleled strategic advantage, allowing them to coordinate vast armies and deploy intricate psychic attacks with chilling precision.
Their arrival was not an alliance sought or offered – it was an invasion, a declaration of war against all who stood in their path, be they holy, infernal, or fallen.
The Illuminates' tactics were unlike anything witnessed before.
Combining technological prowess with devastating psychic abilities, they seemed to effortlessly outmaneuver and overpower the native factions.
Their weapons could rend through angelic armor and demonic hides alike, while their psychic assaults shattered minds and sowed discord within enemy ranks.
Against the chaotic fervor of demonic hordes, the disciplined legions of Heaven, and the cunning strategies of the Fallen, the Illuminates presented an entirely new form of warfare – cold, calculated, and devastatingly efficient.
Victory seemed within their grasp; Earth appeared poised to fall under the dominion of the Great Mind Emperor.
However, fate, or perhaps the inherent resilience of a universe determined to resist alien domination, intervened.
From the depths of the conflict, two legendary figures emerged, entities of immense power and mythical significance: the Heavenly Dragons, Ddraig and Albion.
These ancient beings, embodiments of opposing forces, the Red Dragon of Domination and the White Dragon of Vanishing, turned the tide.
Their intervention was cataclysmic, their raw power dwarfing even the Illuminates' advanced technology.
Ddraig's flames incinerated alien war machines, while Albion's light shattered psychic constructs with ease.
Against these primordial forces, even the unified might of the Illuminates faltered.
The climax of the war was as brutal as it was decisive but in a climactic confrontation, the Great Mind Emperor fell, his psychic presence extinguished, his reign of control abruptly shattered.
The death of their leader had an unforeseen consequence for the Illuminates for the hive mind link, the very foundation of their society and their military strength, had fractured.
Individual Illuminates, freed from the Emperor's psychic enslavement, awoke to a terrifying reality: they are no longer a part of a unified consciousness, but isolated individuals, stranded on a hostile world, their numbers decimated and their home lost, likely obliterated in their absence.
The Great War concluded, but at a horrific cost.
God is gone, vanished in the maelstrom of cosmic conflict.
The Devil Kings, those architects of infernal ambition, were annihilated, leaving the demonic ranks in disarray.
The Fallen, though surviving, were shadows of their former strength, their legions scattered and their influence diminished.
But it was the Illuminates who arguably suffered the most profound loss for beyond the death of their leader and the shattering of their hive mind, they were trapped, their advanced technology rendered insufficient for interstellar travel without the unified direction of the Emperor.
Earth, the world they sought to conquer, became their prison.
Eons have passed since the cessation of open hostilities.
The Illuminates, a race once on the cusp of galactic conquest, have become shadows in the human world, isolationists seeking only survival.
They learned to conceal themselves, using their remaining psychic abilities to subtly manipulate human perception, creating a masquerade that hides the supernatural from the mundane.
They live amongst humanity, a silent, unseen minority, their numbers slowly dwindling. Their biology, adapted for a hive mind and interstellar existence, offers no easy path to natural reproduction in their current state.
Their attempts to propagate their race have met with barren failure, pushing them to the brink of extinction.
In their desperation, a radical, ethically fraught solution emerged: hybridization.
Recognizing the inherent adaptability and creativity of humanity, qualities alien to their rigid, hive-minded past, they considered merging their genetic material with humans.
It was a gamble, a departure from their xenophobic isolationism, but survival demanded drastic measures.
After painstaking deliberation, they identified a suitable subject – a human child, an outcast, seemingly possessing a unique mental resilience and untapped potential.
Through a process shrouded in secrecy and pain, the first human-Illuminate hybrid was created.
The results astounded even the Illuminates themselves for the hybrid child, inheriting the Illuminates' psychic aptitude and intellectual prowess, coupled with human adaptability and creativity, blossomed into a being of remarkable brilliance.
This success ignited a spark of hope for the Illuminates saw a path forward, a way to not merely survive, but perhaps to evolve, to adapt to their new reality.
As the first hybrid matured, reaching an age of independence, the Illuminates entrusted him with a crucial mission.
He was sent into human society, not just to blend in, but to observe, to learn, and to act as their eyes and ears in a world teeming with humans, devils, angels, and fallen – a world still simmering with the echoes of the Great War.
He is a spy, a scholar, and perhaps, the harbinger of a new era for the Illuminates, an era built upon a desperate gamble and the fragile promise of a hybrid future.
Whether this gamble will lead to salvation or further unforeseen consequences remains to be seen, but one thing is clear: the shadow of the Illuminates, though diminished, still stretches across the modern world, a constant reminder of the cosmic war that reshaped existence and the alien race forever bound to its aftermath.
The sterile, humming silence of the Illuminate enclave was the only world Zephyr had ever known.
Born not of a womb, but of a carefully calibrated incubator humming with psychic energy and alien DNA, becoming a bridge between two disparate worlds in between.
He stood in the softly lit chamber, the cool, smooth walls reflecting his own image – a young man with sharp, almost angular features, silver eyes that seemed to hold starlight, and hair the color of spun moonlight.
Around him, the Illuminates, his adopted parental species, moved with quiet grace, being a tall and slender, skin as pale and of pearlescent blue, their eyes large and intelligent and finally, radiating a subtle psychic energy that hummed in the air.
They are beings of pure intellect, their emotions muted and their purpose were once singular in motive and yet, are now fractured.
He was their hope, an experiment where he can be the bridge to a future they could not secure alone.
"Zephyr," a voice resonated in his mind, not through his ears, but directly within him. It was Lyra, one of the elder Illuminates, her presence a calming wave of psychic energy. "The time has come for you to depart."
He nodded, a formal gesture learned from his Illuminate upbringing. "I understand, Lyra." He felt no fear, only a quiet curiosity. He had been prepared for this moment since his creation and his lessons had been thorough, immersive.
He knew the history of the Great War, the devastating loss of the Great Mind Emperor, the chaotic world of humans, Devils, Angels, and Fallen Angels.
He knew his mission: to observe, to understand, to learn, and to find a path forward for the Illuminates' survival.
"Your genetic makeup is a success," Lyra continued, her mental voice devoid of inflection, yet Zephyr sensed a flicker of… something, akin to satisfaction, perhaps? "You possess the enhanced intellect and psychic abilities of our kind, combined with the adaptability and… creativity of humans. We believe you are uniquely suited for this task."
"I will not fail you," Zephyr responded, the words echoing in his mind as much as in the chamber.
Another Illuminate approached, Theron, his form slightly taller and more imposing than Lyra. "You will be placed within human society. You will enroll in Kouh Academy. It is a place of significant supernatural activity, though veiled. You will observe, learn their societal structures, their power dynamics. And you will, subtly, search for others like you."
'Others like him.' The unspoken part hung heavy in the air.
Zephyr knew that the Illuminates needed to reproduce as their own genetic lines are failing for hybridization is their only hope and Zephyr, more or less just a prototype, is the proof of such a concept.
His mission wasn't just observation; it was survival of their kind through him.
"We have provided you with resources," Theron continued, gesturing towards a sleek, silver device resting on a pedestal. "A psychic interface, disguised as a datapad, it contains encrypted communication channels back to the enclave, advanced analytical tools, a cloaking device to mask your psychic signature from… unwanted detection, and of course..."
"The vast weaponry at our disposal, Zephyr. Perfect for defending yourself although, I do hope that violence won't happen for a while." Lyra said, her tone being a warning to Zephyr to not get into trouble.
Zephyr approached the device, his silver eyes reflecting its smooth surface. He felt a faint hum of psychic energy emanating from it, a familiar comfort in this sterile world. "I am ready."
The transition to the human world was jarring.
One moment, he was in the tranquil silence of the enclave, the next, he was standing on a bustling street in Kouh, the sensory onslaught overwhelming.
The cacophony of sounds, such as the car horns, chattering voices, distant music, especially the smells of exhaust fumes, street food, and human sweat, all being the sheer vibrancy of it all is almost painful.
He activated the device, the psychic hum within it grounding him, filtering the excess sensory input, allowing him to focus.
The datapad displayed a holographic guide, leading him towards Kouh Academy.
And as he adjusted his clothing, simple human attire provided by the Illuminates, designed to blend in, he sets off.
Kouh Academy is a sprawling campus that is teeming with students.
He felt the subtle undercurrent of supernatural energy here, a faint hum beneath the surface of human normalcy.
Devils, Angels, Fallen… they are here, hidden, manipulating and playing their own games as he can sense their presence like faint ripples in a pond.
Enrolling is… surprisingly easy.
The Illuminates had prepared everything such as fabricating a human identity for him.
He is Zephyr Kaito, a transfer student, unremarkable in his appearance and demeanor, yet possessing an intellect that could dissect complex equations in moments and a psychic awareness that could sense the subtle shifts in the emotional currents of the student body.
His first few days are spent observing, watching the humans with their chaotic emotions, illogical behaviors and their surprising resilience and creativity especially as he noted the subtle hierarchies, the unspoken social rules.
He listened to their conversations, their hopes, their fears, their petty dramas.
It is… fascinating, in a bewildering way.
He also began to subtly scan for psychic signatures, searching for any hint of Illuminate DNA within the human population.
It was a long shot, the Illuminates had been so isolated and secretive, but he had to try for their survival depended on it.
He noticed her almost immediately in class. Rias Gremory, a girl noted for her long red hair and a... rather attractive assets as everyone seem keen on fawning over her presence.
Her aura is different, powerful, radiating an energy that resonated with the subtle psychic hum within him.
She is a Devil, a high-class one, as he sensed. And around her are shown to be her peerage, each with their own distinct energies and from his observation, they consists of a boy, a short girl and another girl that is of the same body shape as Rias Gremory.
Then there were the others, sensing the subtle whispers of Angelic presence, specifically the faintness of the Fallen.
Kuoh Academy, specifically Kuoh Town, Zephyr knows that it stood as a microcosm of all the supernaturals in it's wake and if he isn't careful, he would found be found out.
Yet, even if that is possible, then he would be ready to defend himself, if he still remembers that defense training he got himself into.
One afternoon, while walking through the academy gardens, a flash of movement caught his eye. A young woman, her hair a cascade of raven black, her eyes sharp and intelligent, is staring at him from beneath the shade of a cherry blossom tree.
Zephyr knows her as the ons with Rias Gremory and he felt a faint psychic tremor from her, something… different.
Not on the level of an Illuminate, but… receptive?
She stepped forward, her gaze intense with a soft smile as she said, "Ara Ara. You look like you're new around here," she said, her voice soft, yet playful. "I haven't seen you around before."
Zephyr met her gaze, his silver eyes unwavering. "I am," he replied, his voice carefully neutral. "I am Zephyr Kaito. I transferred recently."
"Kaito…" she repeated his name as she giggled, "Well, Kaito-san. I'm Akeno Himejima. It's a pleasure to meet you." She offered a small, polite bow.
"It's a pleasure to meet you too, Himejima-san," Zephyr said, maintaining his carefully constructed human persona as he thought on who he is speaking to.
Akeno Himejima is her name and he felt a faint whisper of information from his datapad, analyzing her name, cross-referencing it with any known supernatural entities.
A... Fallen Angel?
Yet is seemed to have a touch of the Devil in her genetics?
Regardless of who she is, Zephyr knows that she is dangerous and he should watch her out alongside the various supernatural beings in this town.
"Likewise," Akeno replied as she politely bowed to him. "Well, I hope I didn't interrupt you with anything. I'll be off now."
"Okay." Zephyr speak in neutrality as Akeno ran off, with the Illuminate hybrid watching her go as he sigh.
Zephyr had known the whole he has to be bizarre for as a child, he had known only being out-of-place in society, not being able to fit in to anyone and everyone always call him weird who doesn't know how to act normal.
That is until he is saved by the Illuminates who had, while kidnapped him without warning and experimented on him, he had never felt so happy being adopted by an alien race in his entire life having been granted love, respect and the education needed that allows to know, to understand and to be knowledgeable in the goings on in the world that not only does aliens exist but also the supernatural as well.
And thus, he is reborn as a hybrid of human and Illuminate, granting him an acute intelligence and psychic powers and Zephyr had never felt so awed by what he can do.
Still, as more intelligent as he is ever, he is still an eighteen year old and he never forgets that the girl she encounters has some really big assets.
Like, really? Those are big. Zephyr would wish he could-
The Illuminate hybrid just slap as he must keep it together.
He has a mission to do and that is to being the spy to his adopted species and find anyone that is worthy of being one of the Illuminates.
And of course, get these chances of an opportunity to have a normal life.
Well, here it is.
One of the most bizarre stories yet nothing that can be best described it, at that.
So, regardless, here it is.
As always...
Ciao...