If they knew that Gray was actually the Scared Butcher, Grand Duke of the Stone Bones, Slayer of Unnaturals, Eraser of the Unforgiven world, level 19th Swordman of the Holy Tree and Titled Messiah of the New world order, then their expressions world have been totally different.
As Gray laid in the bosom of his mother's pampering chest, he could not help but remember that day.
He could not help but remember that fateful night that cursed him with this life.
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Once upon a time, Gray had been a different person. Unlike his current Werewolf origins, he was a Hunter.
Not a hunter of cattle or bush meat... No! No!! A hunter of the supernatural world.
He had been a hunter of what people referred to as Demi-humans.
These were an expanse of races that were outside the Human race: Vampires, Werewolves, Elves, Goblins, Mermen, Shape-shifters, Jinn, Banshees, Gargoyles, Nymphs, Sirens, Centaurs.
And the list went on past the known knowledge.
They were just too much. Making Humanity, which was the natural weakest of all races become prey.
Then again, it had always been an unwritten rule by mother nature that the weakest became dinner.
Ancient Records have it that human beings were nearly totally eradicated, and at one time, became an endangered specie.
But Human beings were very tenacious, adapting and evolving from the incredible pressure all around them.
Through trial and error and many many years of testing and the development of the power of the soul, and the guidance of the one known as the Unspoken God, they were finally able to harness immense power that gave them physical strength and abilities that could finally compete with that of the supernatural world.
As one would expect, humanity launched campaigns to preserve its survival in the Unforgiven world.
Those men and women that put their lives on the line to ensure these survival, were deemed the Title of Hunters.
With their help, and many centuries of blood sweat and toil, humanity finally found hope in the Unforgiven world.
They rose to form communities and grew into towns, cities and finally, Empires.
Their goal from generation to generation had never changed.
After all, the hatred between humanity and the supernatural world was as hot as lava in the veins, cold as ice in the soul.
Never had one side relented against the other.
The Humans with their Soul power, and the Supernatural world with their bloodline abilities.
Both of which were different forms of power with incredible potential to evolve and reach what many speculated was Divine power.
Of course, for both, they were risks, but was living not a risk in the first place?
Those that seek absolute power knew that danger followed, however, in a world where the rule is eat or be eaten, morality was a price only the weak cared about.
In such a world, there was none stronger, more resilient and goal oriented than Grey Waterfell. His aim from the day he could hold a sword upright was to eradicate the sworn enemy of humanity.
To create a utopia empty of the abominations that was the supernatural world.
And he did it as fiercely as he could.
There was nothing he did not do for this goal.
Whether it was to crawl through the cold burrows of the Serpent Tundra, or to taste the lava hot waters of the volcano of relinquished sorrows, Grey Waterfell did it all.
He went to places no man, dared and touched upon secrets and knowledge only gods of divine power and devils of unblemished hate were permitted to know.
He was a supernatural being's worse nightmare, as stories of his arrival would keep them awake even in the night of their full power.
None, ever crossed his path that did not meet his fury or the venom of his sword.
And yet, to humanity, he was an angel. A light to their path of oppressive vindication.
The bards sang songs of his deeds.
Truly, a man like him only came once in several generations.
Some even said that he was a reincarnation of the Unspoken God.
However, Grey himself was not satisfied with his deeds.
When he looked at the world, he still saw humanity suffer under the giant thumb that was known as the Supernatural world.
And so he went on the greatest quest yet. A quest that would usher in the reign of humanity.
If he was going to create a path for his race, then he had to eliminate the governing symbol of the Supernatural world.
He had to KILL the Vampire god.
Like any battle he had ever had, he prepared like his life depended on it. And that was because it actually did.
Gods were creatures of divine. That was level 20 and above.
However, he was just Level 19.
This was the known reached highest level in the history of humanity. The Epic rank. Yet, it was actually nothing compared to level 20.
It was like the difference between heaven and earth.
And so he trained even harder and he journeyed to the boundaries of the Spirit realm on the soul search to discover the secrets of the world.
On his path to discovery, he stumbled upon a secret.
A secret that none ever knew.
The Vampire god would descended once every five hundred years on the night of the blood moon.
During this one night, her power actually dropped to that of level 19.
Discovering such a valuable secret, he made plans, summoning the best 12 hunters that humanity had at the time, and together, they challenged the Vampire god.
The battle was fierce, and the will for victory was true from the heart.
Amidst the eerie silence of the blood moonlit night, a dire confrontation unfolded as Gray, the strongest hunter of his time, wielding a blessed sword, stood before the mighty Vampire god.
Even the dark forest whispered with anticipation of an earth shattering battle as Gray's comrades, all twelve in number, lined up beside him, ready to face the ultimate challenge.
With a thunderous roar, the Vampire god unleashed a maelstrom of bloody unholy power, casting shadows that seemed to engulf the land.
Gray's comrades fought valiantly, arrows and spells flying in a desperate bid to halt the creature's advance. But despite their determination, the god's malevolent energy proved overwhelming.
Gray, wielding his blessed sword led the charge, their strikes guided by divine light that slashed through the god's defenses.
Each swing was a testament of all their resolve, as they seemed to break the fabric of space itself.
But the loss of their comrades falling one after another weighed heavily on the hearts of those that persisted.
The fallen hunters had fought with valor, their sacrifices driving the living forward.
The Vampire god's wrath at the insignificant life forms threatening her existence knew no bounds.
She summoned tendrils of darkness that ensnared the remaining hunters, one by one, and her blood-red eyes radiated a hunger for power that seemed insatiable.
Gray and any that still remained, with an indomitable will pressed on, battling both the god and the grief of losing their comrades. Regardless their steps were heavy with resolve.
As the struggle reached its climax, Gray's strikes grew frenetic, fueled by sorrow and fury.
His blessed sword raised to the sky, glowed brilliantly, a beacon of hope against the encroaching darkness.
The god's defenses weakened, but at a grave cost – the final blow to be delivered left the hunters vulnerable, a moment seized upon by the god's maleficent grasp.
With a surge of energy, the Vampire god overpowered Gray.
Her Blood Dark essence overwhelming the blessed sword's light.
But Gray would rather die than fall. Especially now that all his comrades had fallen, however their sacrifice was not going to be in vain.
Besides, the Vampire god was now weakened and wounded. For this reason, she refused to touch the ground.
Even she, had to admit the unity of humanity even in the face of overwhelming odds.
Though the other twelve hunters had fallen, their memory lived on in Gray's heart. The battle had not yet ended but it already left an indelible mark on the land, a reminder of the fierce struggle against the overwhelming force that was a god.
"Gray Waterfell, What have we done to you to hate us so much?" The Vampire god asked, her breath heavy with tiredness.
She was dressed in the nature of her origin, now turned to rags by the fierce battle.
Her blood wings from her back as wide and large as the horizon, now filled with holes that allowed the light of the blood moon.
Grey also breathed heavily, "It is not a matter of what you and your kind have done. It is what you ARE! You Bloodline creatures are the bane of the earth's prosperity and it is my destiny to end all of your kind. Once you are dead, the world shall know true peace."
The Vampire god for all her unearthly beauty had an ugly frown upon her face.
The blood moon behind her constantly weakened her, and she was here for a more important purpose.
By her side floated twelve Blood Orbs, their state, somehow unaffected by the battle.
These were bloodlines that even she as a god envied.
Her goal was to use her descent this time around to gift them to her Kin.
However, Gray appeared to intercept her, and as much as she did not want to admit it, he was winning and it was an overwhelming one.
Since it had come to this, she resolved herself for what was coming next.
"My kind are innocent, victims of the world's blessings and curses just like you humans. We have nothing to do with your races grievances." She stated clearly.
However, Gray Waterfell brandished his blessed broad sword as he pointed it at her.
"Vampires! I LOATHE them. Demi humans, I DESPISE them. Everything that is wrong with the world is because of YOU despicable vermin... Trolling the shadows of the earth like the cockroaches that you are!"
The Vampire god listened to these words as Gray, obviously risking it all for one final strike called upon the remaining essence of his soul, and kicked against the ground.
Fortunately, she too was too weak to dodge this attack.
The blessed blade pierced her Undead heart, and left her absolutely speechless.
In the eyes of Gray Waterfell. She could genuinely see true hate as primal as the hunger of a starving beast for the supernatural world.
"Is that so!? Do you believe we are truly the cause of such a corrupt and twisted world? Then why don't you, a human try it out for yourself... Gray Waterfell," Her voice suddenly echoed outward, "I gift you my Curse, I gift you my IMMORTALITY. Let it haunt you as you haunt us."
She stretched her hand for one of the floating blood orbs and then she struck it against his face.
Involuntarily, he absorbed it through his orifices but that was not all, her other hand stabbed into his chest.
In this manner, both of them fell from above, wrapped in the embrace of one another as her blood flowed into his body and into his soul...
(Author's note: Yep, add to your library)