The world you know now is not how it used to be. Centuries ago, the world of vampires, werewolves, and all such gothic creatures intertwined with the world you live in today. There was harmony everywhere. You would see communities of humans living alongside these creatures. But life isn't so kind that it would shower everyone with happy endings. And that's where it all started...
THE FIRST VICTIM!
I don't quite remember the details myself since I've lived a long life, I tend to forget a few trivial details. So, do take it with a grain of salt when I mention some key details. But the story more or less stands true.
Even though the communities resided in a harmonious fashion, the one thing that didn't change was the disparity between the wealthy and the needy. While the mighty bestowed their dominance by showcasing the allies they had, the needy were just a small tribe of people who were barely surviving by the day. And mind you, all of these creatures are quite intellectually sharp and well-reserved. So, they never went against the humans and accepted the workings of this world, however, plagued it may be, since that was the only way they could survive.
So, how did it all tumble down? Well, here's the thing. I did mention that humans and us monsters did live together in a harmonious fashion but never did I once mention that we were acknowledged as one of them. And why is that, you wonder?
Acknowledging monsters as equals mean giving equal rights, which in turn would mean to them gaining equal powers, and reinstating the entire governance policy. In the short term, that would be a mark of them showing that they do accept us. But in the long run, that signifies that they're surrendering the one thing that kept them safe, and a race to be feared. They had to immerse their supremacy upon us monsters, and rightfully.
Looking back at it, I do agree with them on that one aspect. We were in some sense, what you call, a transcended human. We were the next level of humans. But not all humans could be like us. And that's why they had to treat us as outcasts since we bore powers that could have provoked war and annihilated either one or both the races. But that wasn't the only reason why they were against treating us as equals, and this was also the reason why the downfall of the peace and harmony of those innocent lives began.
Forgive me for not being impersonal from here on, since this is something that I've held deep within my heart. A pain that has resided within me for centuries. These monsters, that your kind has labeled them as, at the end of the day, are my successors. In some ways, they are like family. And that's the thing about families. Even if we are very distant from each other, and barely look each other in the eye when there is injustice shed upon your family, you are ought to feel miserable, and a sense of helplessness rises over your conscience.
Tell me, if you were to see your own kind, bathing in the glory of the party of mighty, only to discover them being wrapped up in shackles, and are being tamed like some wild animal, which couldn't speak for itself, how were you going to react?
Yes, you haven't heard me wrong. That was the reality of the situation we monsters were in back then. To see those young kids, chained up, and treated like a playtoy, broke my heart into several pieces.
And it didn't take long enough, for things to break down, as a noble was found dead on the streets. Obviously, as human nature showed its true colors, time and time again, for the sake of their own survival, they've coined our kind as murderers, and excommunicated us. But in reality, we were just hunted down, forced into hiding.
And that's when she showed up. An angel, dare I may refer to her as, took the remaining survivors away from this rotten world, and gave them a new life, a new beginning. But even if the seeds are new, their origin was always tainted. From the memoirs of their former life, they've sworn nothing but hatred towards you humans.
There are still vampires who don't blame you but they are very few in number and don't publically voice it out as they don't want to be left out. The reason I've explained to you, all of this, in detail is that there are some things in life that are unfinished. And when you're blessed or cursed with a life as long as ours, entirely depending on how you view it, and then bathed upon with the knowledge of our betrayal and hardships, there ought to be voices that would want to rewrite history.
You're wondering why I'm referring to myself as one of them, aren't you? Well, before I was blessed with this knowledge and the astral form of a Sphinx, I was just any other normal vampire. But thins happened, and along those turbulent times, I've lost my way, and then, I was saved by my master. And here I am.
Enough about me. Moving back to the main story, the voice of these oppressors rose drastically in numbers. But, even if they weren't a match to the power bestowed by the throne. The former queens were always against the rebellion and were the guiding pillars that held the fort of these shaky structures. But with the passing of the queen, there's a vacant seat left, met by lustful gazes.
The hope of rebellion brimmed joy into the lives of the jaded and disillusioned lives of many souls. But that hope was squandered. By the arrival of one soul. The soul that declared itself to be the rightful heir of the throne, who's the last hope of humanity, if I must say.