Legend has it that a long time ago there was a world where humans, mythical and magical beings and even magicians lived together in peace and harmony. Kingdoms and colonies were created where the races lived classified as combined, but that was not enough for a being of distinguished power.
After its beginnings, the kingdoms began to keep him under surveillance to know exactly what was bothering him, as a consequence, the winter kingdom was extremely wounded with power and pride, the rebel's objective was clear; he eradicated mixed beings, he hated that two beings unite and as if that were not enough, more people joined his ideal.
The six kingdoms informed the supreme king, who was not aware of it, the annoyed king devised how to finish off the enemy, thus breaking out the war. Days, months and even years passed until the king of prestigious power fell and the leader of the rebellion rose to the top. Taking the crown of the murdered king, he chose to separate it into seven pieces to distribute them among his six trusted men and keeping the last piece of the crown. Each one assembled their own crown adding the piece that had been given to them.
Once in power, the king general decreed that the humans would go to a world where there was nothing, ended up eliminating the hybrid beings and those who went against them and rearmed the kingdoms to govern with the new rules, leaving in forgetting the past of a world where various races ruled. During his reign, the king general continued to remember the words of the former king, the last ones that left him on alert during his government.
“There will be someone who overcomes your power, someone who, no matter how many obstacles you put up, you will not knock him down. My fate sealed by you will return to you as today.”
It was a beautiful sunset, the clouds tinted a reddish orange color, the sky painted in a light pink combined with purple and blue which were crossed by a black plane in which a single passenger came with its pilots and the stewardess. "We'll be there in a couple of hours, sir." Said that stewardess with black hair and blue eyes in an elegant uniform. The passenger would only make a slight movement with his head, understanding the servant and then return his gaze to the window contemplating that beautiful sunset. While the plane landed, a luxurious black car was waiting for only four crew members, it was not very big or very small, the rear windows were tinted and the people who were in the car wore suits. When leaving the vehicle after landing, one of them would carry a Tablet, his hair was black and his eyes were olive-colored, he was of medium height while his partner only stood guard in a resting position in front of the car, revealing his tall stature an
The albino's large house was silent, the sink leaked, the daylight illuminated the room whose formation was circular, the chandelier shaped like Saturn's rings swayed subtly, the bar on the left side of the room was barely lit. . There was nothing but a deep silence in that house of furniture, floors and black walls decorated with platinum metal. On the second floor, going straight on, there was a single room with two doors from which light scraping of paper could be heard, inside there was an albino who had stayed up all night to do the paperwork for the company, it was barely five in the morning. in the morning, no one went out at this time unless they work during the day. Winter didn't look tired, even though he had noticeable dark circles under his eyes he didn't feel the need to go to bed, in fact he looked anxious not to go to school. Among his papers were some with information about the institute he would attend. The most recognized institute, a school where humans an
Many know that dawn indicates a new day, but very few realize how beautiful the dawn was when the sun's rays barely peek out. Darrin was one of those few people who saw the most beautiful side of life as well as people, he didn't care if everything was wrong, he always had a good mood. His charisma, kindness and determination are not what earned him the position of director but also his ability to support different organizations to achieve their purpose of making the laws of peace and justice obey. Just at that moment the director was at home, taking care of a two-month-old baby, his son; His whole life. The headmaster's house was two stories, elegant on the outside and homey on the inside, even though he had a good position he preferred the simpler things, which no man his age asked for. Darrin did not have a nanny to take care of his little boy at the time so he made the decision to take him to his job, the Heath Institute . Once in his car, he entertained himself by feedi
Classes had ended so the students planned to leave in groups before heading home, Winter opting to leave alone while it was still light of evening. The albino looked at the sidewalk with indifference, people from time to time turned to see him because they were intrigued by his mysterious aura, some even wondered what his name could be. Kacper only tensed his jaw slightly when listening to the interested questions of greedy people until he had to stop his step when he saw that there was a crowd ahead, he did not know what was happening no matter how much he investigated when he suddenly ended up hearing that the subway lines were stopped until new notice. Annoyed by this, he decided to take another route, it was a little longer but it led to the same location. Along the way he had passed a convivial store where some students passed and bought to spend the afternoon in the place eating what they had bought, Winter in that case had bought an energy drink to drink it calmly on
The school students were in their respective groups, all talking to each other, telling what they had done on their vacations, Winter only listened to what they said and with her active gift listened to the reality of things. Some of the first-year students sought attention, others believed lies, others simply told the truth, but that scale changed for the second-year students, some told how their partners left, others with their parties, but what stood out most about their group was how they supported their partner, Addy . The third graders were only looking for ways to abuse the little ones, typical. Winter just categorized people, tagged them, and singled out everyone as a potential threat to her own personal space; He did not feel comfortable being in that place but that changed when he saw that the students were spellbound by the presence of the teachers, all the teachers came in V formation and in front of them a blond director with amber eyes, medium height and a suit. He had
Wentworth watched the students fight with great caution while the others wanted to intervene, the older one knew that if they intervened the matter would not be resolved and the young people would have retaliation after school, so he concluded by letting the students finish this there same. "We have to do something, we have to intervene." Professor Pearson commented with a tone of concern. "I doubt Mr. Wentworth wants to interfere." Will you let them finish their business and then punish them?" Commented the shadow that accompanied the man in casual clothing. 'Mr Pearson, your friend Blum is right. If we intervene, the elders will look for them at the exit and we will not be able to intervene there. We also have irrefutable proof to expel young people who dare to damage code 1, equality between humans and Genisians. — The teachers had no choice so they decided to hold back but Clemente wouldn't have that need since he had realized something about that
Many know that dawn indicates a new day, but very few realize how beautiful the dawn was when the sun's rays barely peek out. Darrin , the director was one of those few people who saw the most beautiful side of life as well as people, he didn't care if everything was wrong, he always had a good mood. His charisma, kindness and determination are not what earned him the position of director but also his ability to support different organizations to achieve their purpose of enforcing the laws of peace and justice. Just at that moment the director was at home, taking care of a two-month-old baby, his son; His whole life. The headmaster's house was two stories, elegant on the outside and homey on the inside, although he had a good life he preferred the simpler things, which no man his age asked for. Darrin didn't have a nanny to take care of his little boy so he made the decision to take him to his job, the Heath High School . Once in his car, he entertained himself by feeding hi
Clemente and Wentworth were in the organization's dressing room putting on their armor, which had unique differences for each wearer, as this would make it easier for them to use. Wentworth 's suit was heavy and bearable for him, he had more power when it came to having to use his abilities that required more life energy while Clemente's suit was lighter when it came to moving, he had the ability to adapt for when they would use the true transformation and for when he used his gift but still both men did not feel safe to go armed to face such Magians . They knew that this class of Magians needed to be confronted by a pure blood, something they did not have in the organization since that race was scarce and because of that they decided to hide. Clemente would summon his weapon that had the shape of a dragon wrapped in thorns that emanated a purple flame, Draven would snap his fingers on his right hand to summon the dead and put everything in order when calling them to battle,
The Bar of the Killer Roses, had its classifications, its stages and its way of managing that place. It was made up of 5 people, the leader of the bar and his four executioners. Those leaders were known as legends within their circle and had mutual respect until the arrival of the fifth member who brought the top three in command to their knees in front of Astora who appreciated that person's presence.Over the years, Murderous became known in the criminal world and with it his power, but just as the legends arose, the stories behind them also arose. The wounded leaders of ego and pride created rumors that over time would become more serious or softer depending on who listened to them, but they all ended with the same conclusion; a monstrous cold-blooded killer. The killer hearing stories after stories decided to accept those rumors and strengthen them by making them come true, after all he lashed out fairly at both species.After arriving at the bar, Caius would go with the bartender
Murder would reveal his face to a mirror, his albino face showed scratches and slight cuts on it, the dark circles under his eyes were highlighted and his uneven eyes showed a slight tiredness so he would only let out a sigh and then cover the mirror with the nursing clothes. This would take a shower and to be able to freeze his wounds. He was not in stable condition but he had to return to work as soon as possible because the tolerance of Keith's clients was not as much as that subject with pleasant charisma. Winter, upon opening the box, would notice a new wardrobe. It was evident that the black color was special but the design of his suit was different. He would wear a long-sleeved shirt with a long neck, tubed black pants and a cape that closed on one side, the collar of said cape covered half of his face so it was enough to cover a few more marks was not all that would be in that box. The murderous side of Winter, the self-styled Murder side liked privacy, mystery and anonymity,
Draven was watching Murder who was lying on a stretcher connected to some machines, you could see how his chest rose and fell slowly calmly, however, the eldest was with his clenched hands full of anger against him and against himself same. Wentworth took great pride in being able to find the answers on his own, but discovering Murder's identity soon changed his plans. > The man thought and then left there with hurt pride. Meanwhile, in Director Lockwood's office were the leaders of the sectors and with them the man in silver armor. "Isn't the knight in platinum armor supposed to be dead?" — Questioned Paris who contemplated such armor. —Indeed, the platinum knight was sentenced to beheading, humans would call him to the guillotine but the Genisians are more crude when beheading someone. - Clemente would answer
Murder's perplexed look that he hid through his helmet made him feel dissatisfied with what was happening. His results had been overturned and now he had to face someone who used white wings, at that moment he remembered the words of the Genisian Nosorog so a laugh of desperation and mockery would resound inside the helmet calling the attention of the angel and his protégé. "Hahaha, now I understand why you didn't accept the regimen... Now I understand everything…..— Murder's tone sounded playful and then became serious. - What a stupid thing…. — Murder would lunge at his opponent with the intention of killing him to which the angel would create a barrier of light to protect himself, the assassin would stop before hitting the barrier and then reload his weapons in a quick movement and shoot at the barrier. The gusts now of an emerald green color cracked the barrier like a thin layer of ice, the surprised angel would move away along with Randall to take a distance but the murderer wo
The young man dressed in black would go down once ready and then stop at the extravagant stairs with luxurious decorations, he watched the agents in silence, he would see that Paris was lying down looking at his cell phone while Draven looked at the newspaper with his hot black coffee in hand. The enigmatic boy would go downstairs and take the cell phone to the reception, both adults would turn to see Murder with curiosity. "That's right, send him to the VIP penhouse." — Murder would hang up and then turn around when he felt some looks above him. —As I see that you are busy, I gave myself the freedom to ask you for something to eat for breakfast. — - Won't you join us? Paris asked surprised. —I have things to do, you as agents have fulfilled your objectives. On the other hand, I have to find out what else I can find, if there is something that connects with what we already have, we can move more freely on the board, in my opinion I would advise that the research sector such as prev
In an old room there was a kingdom of books and papers, it was like someone trying to do an essay on a particular topic but there were so many mistakes and few words that those papers turned into crumpled balls lying on the floor, some stained with ink and other tears but the pile only showed how determined that person was. In it, a shadow enters the room, he had a face full of frustration, his clothes were torn and he had a broken lip, his autumnal orange hair with ash tips was messy causing some strands of hair to cover his face, he was a boy of only 7 years. "Just look at you, your stupid mother spoils you too much." - Said a hostile voice towards the boy. The boy would lower his gaze and the older one would approach him to grab him roughly by the shirt. - Where the hell are you looking? Look up or I'll make you look up. — The man pulled the boy causing him to look at him out of fear. — Okay, like this. Listen to me well, you will go get your jacket and come here immediately. —
Murder and Lambert had had a somewhat heated conversation because the brown-haired man was very struck by the murderer's attitude but when he was questioned by Lambert he would become defensive, in response he would not allow a murderer to use his reputation to shut him up so when going to the front he would go on to explain his message. -As you all know I am Lambert Norton and I am here to warn that there is a traitor among us, he makes himself say that he is a neutral murderer but it is seen that he is a supporter of humans that of the Genisians even dared to refuse to be part of the new order. — People started talking so Murder would fist his hands at hearing his own words being changed into something it wasn't. The glances were observed mutually asking about that traitor while Choi and Wentworth realized the situation, they would turn to see the assassin in a surreptitious way and saw how irritated he was. —That person is well known among us, his name is…. Lambert's voice would
The rays of dawn would peek through the curtains of the room in Paris, they brushed the pale eyes of the dark-haired man forcing him to wake up comfortably. This one with all the tranquility in the world would stretch and then yawn a little and stay quiet for a while while still sitting on his luxurious bed. He would take a shower and then he would go downstairs with a white robe on and in slippers that made fire with the robe, the dark-haired man calmly dried his hair and then saw Draven sitting at the table with a newspaper in his hand and a cup of coffee in that room. wide table. - Where is that guy? —Paris questioned after placing the towel on his neck. "He hasn't been back all night." Draven replied still focused on reading. "Wouldn't they have killed him?" — -I doubt it. — "We should go look for him, possibly we'll find him under a bridge." — As the teachers talked the main door would open causing the adults to remain silent, there was a moment of tension but it would calm
The special agent would arrive at the agency with the purpose of informing the director of the clue he had obtained, said man would be in his office being advised by Akira who would remain silent when he saw the murderer enter. "A speakeasy in Leudox, this is the access card I was able to find among my interrogators." The man in black explained. "That's good, it just remains to be seen if we can find a clue about the distributor." It may be in that place. — The director would review the card and then return it to the murderer. — Take Agent Choi and Agent Necromancy with you, they can back you up if you need backup. — "I can take care of myself." I just came to report and then leave. Murder answered in disgust. "It's for your own good and for the good of the city." — The assassin would let out a sigh and then agree, go find Agent Choi and Agent Necromancy who were gathered in the lab. Paris always spent harassing Draven and he just left him talking only thing that made the effemin