Our story starts in the ancient empire of Ragmere. It's divided into two kingdoms by a trench, one side, ours, is ruled by descendants of Orion, also known as pureblooded werewolves. A place where people with supernatural abilities (including werewolves, goblins, sirens, dwarves and occasionally vampires) live in harmony among humans. Or so they’d want you to believe.  

The side of magic, is ruled by the Black Mamba (I'm not even kidding when I say their king chose this name himself) on the front while the Circle of divinity pulls the strings backstage. The warlocks are called the moon tamers and we, the moonwalkers according to the old scriptures. I also don’t jest when I say that those scriptures were written over years and still the writers had the nerve to give us sloppy names like that. 

Mages are banned on our side. Just like how we are banned on theirs. Only certified scholars may cross the borders with leaves of absence decreed for forty-eight hours. Not like most scholars make it back anyway. Not like many people want to be scholars in times like these.

   

It's the norms laid down by our ancestors to hold peace. Till now all it has managed to do is prevent an all-out war. No one can keep them from scheming, from trying to reclaim what was never theirs. Both the warlocks and moonwalkers. both the moonwalkers and mortals.  

And now a great stir crawls underneath our feet, restlessly waiting for a chance.  

I know what you are thinking. What a messed-up world. If I had a choice, I for one, would've never been a part of it. 

That’s where all my efforts end in smoke. Choices; a dead end with ‘better luck next life’ graffitied on it. 

Anyhow. I have much to tell you but there’s not much time. Before the three bells strike, I must tell you about mages, and all that they have ruined. I must tell you about the ‘Circle of blood’ and all they have done to my home. 

For that you must understand the three essential classes of magicians ranked by power;  

Divinity who sits atop the epitome of secrecy, not much is known about the extent of their power. Some say they can control all the elements of nature. Some say they can summon rain and sunshine on will. I say they’re just frauds with much intellect to salute for keeping the conflicts going on both sides. 

Secondly; Mages, who can summon magic out of thin air and for that they are not as trusted but they are still an essential part of moontamers' army. Since they have no restraints in possibilities, they don’t limit their boundaries. That’s why most mages don’t live long. They burn out their life in quest for more and end up with nothing. A classic tale of man's thirst for blind power repeated in cycles. 

At last, there are sorcerers who rely on spells to enhance and mould matter to their will. They carry big pockets or purses with them all the time; filled with relics, trinkets and God knows what. 

The first two have been steadily going extinct. With only 3 members in the circle of divinity, less feared mages and only a handful of worthy sorcerers left in their army now, their side grows anxious day by day, and ours grows weary of waiting.

Greed is one of the primary instincts of humans. No amount of tragedies can really wipe it out. 

That is where the ‘The circle of blood’ comes in. 

The circle of blood is the disowned order of warlocks. They are practitioners of forbidden or as common folks call it, black magic. Magic that requires human sacrifices and disobeys laws of nature. It also gives them the ability to create and control demons.

They are the scum of the earth. Utter filth left after all limits of evil have been crossed and forgotten. You won’t even believe what they did to my home-- 

But I haven’t even told you about the '7 Rings of hell' yet--