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It's said it all started hundreds and thousands of years ago, before man had been banished from their God's sacred Garden.
What had started, you wonder.
It is simple, really.
What started hundreds and thousands of years ago was conflict. Between the gods and the creatures, conflict had begun as a simple spark.
The creatures believed that they were blessed with as much power as their gods, because they could do many things normal, inferior beings could not. This was untrue, of course, and the gods grew angrier at the creatures' insolence.
While the gods came up with a plan to punish these cheeky beings, down on earth, the creatures were segregating themselves into two groups.
An action that would lead to conflict.
One group called themselves the loup-garou. Unlike the tales of modern-day myths, the loup-garou had only one form and that was something in between, not man nor wolf. They were stubborn and unyielding, and their curse could be passed through the Scar, a mark on the palm of a being. These creatures were strong in any time of day, and as the moon passed over the trees they only became increasingly so. Their anger had a tendency to be unbearable under the moon's rays, and often time would get the better of them, as they killed many inferior beings.
The second group called themselves vampyre. They were as pale as death and their canines were long and sharp, often poking from under their upper lip. Unlike modern myths, these vampyre could not take the form of a bat but rather had wings sprouting from their backs, black and sharp like their fangs and could bask in the warmth of the sun. They were beautiful ghouls who came only at night, tricking unlucky passer-bys to become their meals. Often times they would just suck the blood clean out of an inferior being, but they could also pass their curse onto their victim through the Bite, a ceremony in which a vampyre bit the neck of a victim. In doing so, the toxins sank into the blood of the prey from the fangs.
The loup-garou saw the way the vampyre bit whomever they pleased, and became angry, for they believed they were much more careful than the vampyre in their actions. So, in a rash decision, one loup-garou challenged another vampyre when he came upon the creature feeding on a being's blood. The vampyre easily accepted and soon, a war broke out between the two sects.
By the time the gods had chosen their punishment, the two segregations had nearly wiped each other off the face of the planet and man had been banished from God's sacred Garden.
Destiny and it's little quirks.
Seeing God's creations and their obvious stupidity, these gods decided upon a new plan of action. They placed those that still lived of the creatures to sleep and when the monsters woke up, they found themselves different.
A loup-garou was no longer covered in thick fur or hunched over, but rather, they were covered in bare skin and had the features of man. And the vampyre could no longer stand the sun they loved so much and their wings, which took them to heights the loup-garou could never know, had vanished.
Both races had been given weaknesses that would forever keep them under the Code, and were forced to live with the inferior beings they had loathed and loved. They blamed each other for what had happened, and the gods soon came to realize that their changes only brought more conflict.
And as time passed, the creatures evolved.
Change may bring peace or it may bring death.
As the twentieth century arrived, vampyre called themselves vampires. They could no longer bask in the sun, and they could no longer turn into bats to be able to fly. Over time, they grew other attributes. Instead of height, they had speed on their side. And they still acquired their unearthly beauty.
And while the vampires were still overcome with their need for blood-lust, the loup-garou, presently known as were-wolves, did not. While they were still known to succumb to their anger, they did not spill blood as they had before. As they evolved, the were-wolves were no longer forced to transform into wolves under the rays of the moon. They had a choice now and they could transform on will. However, as a full moon rolled around the were-wolves were once more forced into their lupine forms.
The were-wolves felt they had a duty to their human counterparts. They were determined to protect them at any cost from the vampires, who felt disgust at having to have any contact with the humans other than to eat. So as the moon passed over buildings, the were-wolves transformed and protected the night while the vampires hunted.
Some vampires had grown out of their taste for human blood and went instead for animals, but the were-wolves were picky and refused to believe that a creature could change its way.
And the gods were pleased for they felt the winds of change coming. And as the birth of the twenty-first century brings war to the humans, it possibly brings peace for the monsters.
But this peace is small, a cocoon, awaiting the right time to bud into a magnificent butterfly.
All it takes is a bit of change.
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