In the beginning was the beginning...what more could be said. They say change is one thing that remains constant; I guess it's what took over the world, times changed, seasons too and yes, humans were not left out for as many of them that remained had gone through some sort of reformation, some sort of...change.



Devils, we never thought they existed until we witnessed them firsthand-Superfast, super strong and ever shady in their acts. The most feared creatures that walked upon the face of the earth and everyone knew for sure why it was so-for they wore the “pendant of grace” with which they called every shot with authority. Their fists was one not to behold for no one hardly lived to tell what it felt like and their ‘’cloak of darkness’’ which forever remained darker than the void that covered the earth before creation spoke volumes on how much souls had been devoured by these creatures even as ragged as it looked. Their faces were always calm with their lips seeming to fake a smile, the small dark eyes which every one of these creatures possessed quaked the very soul of mere mortals and the manner in which they spoke was in the way birds eat.

Born for service, quite a number trod in the path of righteousness for the cause of good. For even when they walked through the gateway of hell, the Priests feared no evil for they believed in Angels and miracles which gave them hope of a better afterlife. It took a lifetime of intense drilling before one could finally be honored with that grey “robe of service” which portrayed the beginning of a Priest’s sojourn. What you would believe to be a rosary was actually a Urumi(whip sword) and amongst other camouflages, they often carried back packs which contained jars in which “defeated ones” were damned. The Priests were seen as almost immortals for their colossus brave heart, divine speed and jaw-dropping accuracy.

Blood thirsty canines, strong claws which often gave a killer grip, extreme strength and endurance, furs, that was enough to make you stay clear off their way-if at all you could tell who was a beast for you hardly saw their inhuman side. These creatures were dominantly normal humans which lived a normal human life-school, work, marriage, death, blah, blah, blah-but recessively wild tamed beasts, traits being passed down through generations. Born natural hunters with their amazing ability to pick up scents and follow a trail closely. Ever loyal and trustworthy keeping to their very words-as long as no one tried to play smart on them.

They say with Power comes Evil but then power enforces Good. What use are Priests if Sins are not bound and Claws remain useless if treaties are never broken.

The End

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