“The war raged in Dastan for days and weeks with no sign of stopping, they would take time to rest and fee to regain their strength. Early in the war the two sides came to an agreement to not attack when either side is feeding or resting. They also agreed in a way that the Angelics must stay on the ground in order for the fighting to be fair. This would be the things both sides would agree on for centuries. After nearly a week of fighting the humans in around Dastan were either dead or they fled to the safety of the mountains. Since the war began the rain never stopped over Dastan as if it was trying to wash away all the evil that has befallen it as well as washing the blood away.

All around the world the battles raged between the two immortal races. Many would survive the battle yet many bodies of both the Nightwalkers and the Angelics laid on the battle ground. Some of the bodies would end up falling beside one another. It seems like in death they finally found that they were the same in life.  A truth they would never know. Many of my kind would never know this as they died or refused to believe that they are equal. As both believed that they were the stronger. In the end both would prove to be weak and the prophecy their undoing,

For two hundred years no nightwalker or angelic had conceived a child not since Mya. But that would change after a nightwalker woman and an angelic man meet some two hundred and fifty years after the war began. Both races fearing this prophecy killed the women, their unborn children, and every pregnant immortal afterwards. Soon the battlefield was not only of bodies but that of pregnant women too. Even thou their numbers began to dwindle to that of being endangered. They still killed all the pregnant females that they could find for the next five hundred years. They both realize this, yet they feared the prophecy more, so they continued until they reach a crisis point. Both races fear extinction but they did find a way in secret to replace their fallen warriors. When their women became pregnant the men hid them in the larger human villages for their safety and not to draw any attention. This seemed to work for decades as the children would be born, trained, and sent out to war to replace the warrior. Some of the older warriors have been fighting for over eight hundred years. Over the decades they managed to rebuild their races but as they rebuild the humans growing tired of the demons killed them. Fighting on their land began to organize to fight then.

The humans all over began to attack the nightwalkers and Angelics driving them away from the villages and homes. They were able to kill some of their demons but only a few as they were so much stronger. The immortal s were no facing a war on both fronts - Angels vs Nightwalkers vs Humans. This was a war they could not fight. They came to a crossroads that could only be solved by the Angelics and nightwalkers coming to an agreement to scale down their attacks. Until they began to look like minor territorial disputes. In time my kin fell into the shadows living among the humans but still fighting when they crossed each other’s path they felt that the humans began to rise up and conquer the known worlds. As they conquered small civilizations begin to take shape like the Babylonians, Egyptians, and the many lost civilization of today.

As the human rose, they begin to threaten the young Nightwalkers and Angelics. This spurred my ancestors into bonding together to drive the humans back away from their young. This truce would only last till the threat was neutralized to which the fighting started again. When the humans battled for land and power it drove my kin out to fight as they could fight each other without the humans giving them a second thought. As long as they kept their true nature secret. When the battles were won or lost the bodies of all their races laid on the battlefield. The humans would either bury them or burn them on pyres not realizing that they were not all humans. When my kind die, we all look like humans. Sometimes humans would find our bodies on the sides of the roads dead thinking they were killed for their goods. They would bury them out of respect because for some unknown reason the humans respected the dead like they were still living.

It might seem odd for immortals to fear the wrath of humans, but the human race was the most demonic stretching all across the world. They didn’t couldn’t understand my kin and that made them dangerous as humans. They couldn’t understand something they killed it. Over the centuries humans did see the nightwalkers feed on blood and angelic fly. They could never really confirm it, so they pushed it back as demons from the past or old men tales. Yet the tales did stick in some, and they believed both to be evil demons at play and had to die. These believers would hunt down my kin to slaughter them and they did the only thing available they would hide in the shadows even more. With this new human threat emerging the nightwalkers and Angelics would join in the human battle to not only kill each other but the humans now too.

For the Angelics, this was hard for them to do as they protected the humans for over a thousand years. Ignoring their threats and killing those that needed to be killed as to protect their own but this time the humans went too far. They cross over the line for which they needed to be taught a lesson. Even if it meant killing dozens if not hundred in order to stop them. With my kin killing all the followers of the old tales it put the others in place. In their genetic memory should they ever choose to try again.

The centuries of wars and battles began to take their toll on both the Angelics and the nightwalkers even my ancestor, James and Ash who were there at the beginning and still alive and fighting. It seemed like only the old knew why they were truly fighting about as most no longer knew all they know was that they had to fight. The old fought for the reason that they remembered whereas the young just fought for the thrill of it. They also fought as it made them feel alive not just immortal but truly alive for death was always close. Soon even the young no longer remembered the prophecy spoken all those years ago. Only the ones there that day James, Leo, Hera, and Ash as well as a few others that survived remembered Kaileena’s words.

Since the time the war started the marked boy had yet to be born (my birth was still millenniums away) causing many to lose their belief in what they were fighting for. All this war had brought to their people is death. Those whose faith was lost gave up the fight and moved on. Many going north or to the open plains of the west (modern Britain and North America). In the north they began to live together amongst the humans and even though they are enemies they moved on. Giving up the hatred to live in a measure of peace together. Many still stayed in the southern part of the world where they it all began. Some continued the fight but not in the great battles of old. Instead, they were more like tavern fights and land disputes. This would continue for many years to come.

Yet every now and then small up rises would occur which would be usually started by one race moving in on the others territory. Before any serious damage could be done the old ones stopped it before it went too far, since there was all too few left alive. All of this would change one day in 2823 B.C. It started outside a small Olmec village that would one day become the city of San Lorenzo. No one knew what started the battle all anyone knew was that it was all young nightwalkers and Angelics. They met on the fields outside the village in full form over a thousand walkers and angels ready for battle - for death. When they began neither side held back for, they fought hard and fast. The battle did not last long only a few hours at the most, but the damage was done. For greater consequences that none could see that day or the days that followed. When the old ones felt this fight, they arrived all too late to stop the fighting as it was all but over. What they saw before their eyes was not a battle or a fight but a massacre. The bodies laid everywhere with some not even being whole but missing limbs, heads and even wings. This was scattered across the once golden field that was now stained red with their blood. As they walked the field hoping to find some still alive stepping over pools of blood and feathers, they only checked those bodies that were still whole or partially whole. Not even immortals could survive such blood lost if they were to lose more than one limb. As they searched the field on body after the other all they could find was the still breathing bodies of fifteen Angelics and seventeen nightwalkers. All were just barely clinging on to life. Their bodies were past the point in which they could heal quickly like before. These wounds were deep and would take time to heal. The old ones took the near dead home to heal and recover no matter how long it would take. The dead were left behind.

The damage was done and whatever peace there was it is now gone along with the anonymity they had with the humans. As they fought the Olmec witnessed the massacre for, they heard the cries of battle and had come to see what was happening. What they saw was all too impossible for them to rationalize as real. The humans could only believe my kin to be gods. When the nightwalker and Angelics left the humans wandered the field looking at all around them. From the angels with wings to the Walkers eyes wide open showing their red eyes. The humans believed that the gods had abandoned their bodies and left this plain. Returning to the heavens above the humans in their primitive beliefs burnt ‘the gods’ bodies. So that no one else could inhabit them. They took what they saw back to the village to tell the others in their stories. The nightwalkers became evil gods of death while the Angelics became gods of good.