Episode 1

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On earth everything seems normal, in the human world things happen without anomalies, not many strange things happen like in the supernatural world. Among the mundanes things happen that mortals do not detect, among them dwell the exiles; those who were cast out of the supernatural world. Somewhere in the world were Eleonor and Peter, they had been the first couple to oppose against the rejection of different species. They were being searched for, would they be found? The Council, an organization made up of more than a dozen male members, each of them from a different species, were in a discussion about hybrids; beings born after the rule that prevented them from being part of the world was revoked, but with conditions, rules that did not favor them. In a huge room were all those belonging to that organization in a great dispute, apparently the hybrids were revealing themselves and The Council could not allow that, they should not because this formation was in charge of controlling and extinguishing them. And that question had the leader of El Concejo very upset: Henry Grayson. This man was a lycanthrope, creator of this organization, he was located at the head of the huge and long table located in the center of that room where the air did not flow quite well. The atmosphere was tense, like almost everyone present. Each of the members were young men and the older ones were barely in their thirties, or at least in appearance, because they all had centuries of experience. Grayson's face was serious, his expression reflecting all the annoyance he was having trouble hiding. "Since when are they so incompetent?" -She roared with her gaze fixed on one of the members that was installed at a distance a little away from him, she directed the same look full of annoyance towards another of the members. How could they miss one? We are supposed to be the best, the fault of one of us is the fault of all of us! "We were intercepted, those rebels crossed our path, they are powerful, more and more and if we don't do something about it they will destroy us," one defended himself. —It was impossible not to fall before the power they possess, none of us compares to them. They keep recruiting more members to their pack, they are growing really fast and it's all because there are more and more insurgent hybrids —Declared another, also defending him. "That means we have to move faster," Grayson decided. We cannot let this come to light, our reputation is in danger, let's appreciate that they are discreet and still prefer to remain unknown. But we all know it won't be for long,” he added. "We must find their hiding place and kill them all," one spoke, a sorcerer. "They leave no traces, there is nothing left of them after they appear in a place, before the world they do not exist, that herd is a mystery," a druid interceded that time. —They are very discreet, they are intelligent, he is. But no one is better than us,” the leader spoke again, Grayson's face taking on determination. We will find them and for that to be possible we must increase our strength, our power is incomparable to them, I have to admit that if it's a matter of magic they win us over, that's why we need to resort to…” he paused briefly, his gaze going to the druid and finally to the witch, they wouldn't like Grayson's idea—dark magic. "No," the druid quickly denied, "it goes against what we protect." It's dangerous. "They are even more so, they'll kill us if we don't stop them," Grayson rebutted. "Black magic is not something to be taken lightly, Grayson," the witcher spoke to him. If we don't control it, it will control us. —It would be for a limited time, we must get the scroll. But no other leader should know what it is for us and I know the way to achieve it. -As? That parchment is cut in two and each one is very well protected, we access them —commented a member, he was very far from the lycanthrope. But no one there had to worry about the volume of his voice because each one of them had perfect hearing, they were all powerful because The Council only had the best of the best. "You leave them in my hands, Ajax." We will steal it, actually they will steal it for us. We know what's going on with the Relish, right? We know what they want, because we will offer our help with the same condition; your help,” Grayson pronounced accompanied by a wicked smile. "We shouldn't interfere with an order from the werewolf king, you're trying to go against the rules, Grayson," the druid scolded him, he looked very serious. "And we won't, I don't want to harm my species," the aforementioned defended himself. It will be just one play. "Do you just want to get the scroll to increase our strength or is there something else?" We all know what it contains, the power it grants is difficult to release —commented the witch. —I just want to end our problem, we keep order and those hybrids are causing trouble, we have to stop them. It's the only way. In a row of men one straightened, leaning back in his seat, but he had caught something in Grayson's words that interested him: a lie. Henry Grayson understood that this man could not be lied to, for that very reason his gaze found his, requesting silence with a discreet gesture. He did not raise any objections, nor was he interested in the true plans of the leader of El Concejo. But he was aware of how dangerous it could be. "Anything you want to comment on, Sallow?" —the druid was interested when he intercepted a mysterious look from the aforementioned. Aedus Sallow gave him an icy look like all of him, the vampire always paid close attention to their conversations, he rarely interceded, even though he was influential in that organization, he preferred silence, but there were times when he needed to speak, to make his opinion known to the rest of his colleagues because if he did not express his ideas, no one would ever know everything that was going on in his mind because there was no being on Earth who could decipher it, his facial expression was always serious, his face was inscrutable table. The coldness in his eyes as he examined those before him made most of them nervous. “I agree with Grayson”—his voice was rough, hoarse, totally masculine—“I could get the half of the scroll that's in the Vampire Realm. I will make the Relish be seen as the culprits, with the deal that Grayson will propose to them they have no way of refusing. "A solution," Grayson said happily. The Relish will be our allies—his mouth adopted an evil smile, illuminating his face covered by a thick beard that made him look much more attractive. "I still think that diabolical sorcery is not the solution," the druid commented, an expression of denial was stamped on his face, his insecurities regarding the subject were evident in his pale blue eyes. "Better safe than sorry, friend," Grayson spoke to him. We have no choice but to use dark magic to defeat them, but remember that the real chaos will be a night in October, keep in mind that that day we will exterminate all of them, there will be nothing and no one to stop us. No hybrid can get out of hand, everyone must be subjected to the ritual and that brings us to another problem: Eleonor Collins and Peter Brown. "They have a daughter, conceived more than 16 years ago, she is more than ready to know the supernatural world, she needs to prepare to get rid of her intrusive part," the man on Grayson's right communicated. "Are they tracking them?" the werewolf asked. "We lost it, sir," the same man lamented as he answered. Grayson didn't hide his annoyed expression, ran a hand over his well-groomed, stubble-covered jaw, exhaled through his mouth, and directed his gaze at the vampire, but he shifted it to the man next to him. —Look for them, because when I say that no hybrid can get out of hand, I mean it. As much as they are exiled, it is time for them to return. “And as for the others, we will hire more people, their vigilance will increase, and we will hurry to qualify them among ourselves; the stable ones,” he determined. They all murmured affirmative words, except one: Aedus Sallow, who had leaned back in his seat again, couldn't help wondering what his ex-fiancée's daughter, Eleonor Collins, would be like. Well, he would soon discover how important Mia Rouse would be in his life. Important: The Council is written as such, it is an organization in charge of many things, it is distributed throughout the world.
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