Honey Baby

Honey ENDLESS BLOODSHED and the desire to conquer were always the highlights of supernatural history, history that tells war after war is what tore every species apart. From Lycan’s to vampires, werewolves to witches, shifters to humans and everything in-between. Every race had something to go to war over, and there are plenty on record, from petty disagreements to the most heinous of wars. But one in particular always seemed to overshadow them all. For it was the longest, bloodiest, and most barbaric war among the supernatural's ever recorded. The War Of The Kings. Every being wanted to be powerful, every race wanted to be superior, to hold all of the gold and sing about the glory. To be the King Of All Kings and rule over all. There were few that were able to obtain this title, but never for long with all of the treachery jealousy could bring. For centuries this war ran rapid, and gained a notorious reputation for being the most merciless and bloody wars to date. Wealthy houses would rise and fall overnight, kings were crowned then beheaded in a fortnight. The compulsion to power blinded billions all over the globe, it obsessed the masses to the brink of insanity at just the thought of the title. To such a degree that the lust for power overcame the supernatural. So much so that with time, what was once considered the weakest, swept under the rug, and overlooked amongst the races became the strongest, and unexpectedly prevailed to win it all. The human race. A considerably cunning bunch that took being ignored remarkably well according to my text books. With the supernatural's occupied, humans had the time to get a leg up in the race officially, on January the 20th, 2000 when an odorless, tint of green began to loop through the clouds and pollute the sky’s over cities all around the world, that at the time, were notably inhabited by by the supernatural. The all mighty, Vampires, Witches, Werewolves, and shifters. And at first, it was harmless. Most thought that It was nature’s way of commending the King Of All Kings at the time for attempting to achieve world peace. But after a day, a great chunk of the population began to fall sick, and after two, they began to die. No one knew what to do, given, even the worlds most intelligent leaders didn’t even know what it was. But as the death toll began to climb, the motivation to protect kicked in. Way too late if I may add. Because on the third day hell fire came pouring from the sky to disintegrate entire cities. It was a green substance, that ran thick like mud, and stuck like glue once it came in contact with anything, may it be a still object or flesh. It would spread like a fire that never stopped burning, even after it’s target was no more and moved until it was extinguished by a special powder that only humans had access to, having invented it. After, with their knowledge and steady inclination of deadly human technologies, other species stuck in the past began to crumble without even knowing it. Either torn apart by pride, greed, or a human creation, any species that didn’t have the technology to fight back were hunted, some nearly to extinction. Established kings began to fall left to right and entire societies collapsed overnight. This consequently led to the severe downfall of supernatural reigns. Only the impervious were able to persevere. Even then they hid, closed off from the world to protect what was theirs. After, whispers, lies, secrets, paranoia, and more than enough deceit, manifested strong hostilities between the supernatural's. That in return built an unspoken divide. From then on, race to race, they dispersed, and claimed what they could for their own, some were able to claim tremendous amounts, others were left with nothing. But in the end the means of survival hung a heavy cloak. Especially when numbers aren’t what they once were with a new race on the rise, another human creation and by far the deadliest. Hunters. And almost nothing could stand in their way. They took orders from the bitter humans, and even better, information. That made the kill a whole lot easier, and the capturing intoxicating. The kill became a game to the half human, half supernatural beings as they swept through entire civilizations and wrecked havoc. Slaughtering and enslaving anything that wasn’t human. And we just happen to be one of the enslaved. For a long time it was just me. And I believed that that was all I needed to survive, that was my life. It was normal, after all it was how I survived the darkness and the hunger. Through all of the pain and misery, I was always there for me. That was all I believed I needed, me, myself, and I. Well, not at least until a ray of light found a way to shine into my life. The ray came in the form of a being so very different from what I was used to, filled with the light of freedom and rejuvenation that sent me spiraling into one of the greatest adventures that life could offer. He delivered me into a world so very different from the one we're used to. That light opened my eyes and I thank the path fated upon me every day that I’m here, even with evil lurking around all corners, I'm more than prepared to fight for this. My freedom, a new look at the world. And a blessed new chance at my life!