In a somewhat dim room stood figures in group of threes. These figures represented the highest authority of the council. Each group a different otherworldly being. To the far right, the left most figure in this group had rough brown hair. He was extremely bulky. Almost towering seven feet in height. His eyes a dull red, his face looked coarse. He was on short khaki pants and a plain leather jacket that could barely fit his body. Along his arms and chest were tattoos and markings all the way to his neck and lower jaw. The most noticeable one was the head of a brown wolf on his left arm howling ferociously. This was the Alpha of the Howling Fury pack - Ron. The members of his pack had noticeably larger build. They were rumored to be the largest of all werewolves. They had mostly brown or black furs and had ernomous strength. They were brutal and wild. Although they interacted and lived among humans. Their pack territory was a distance away from any human civilization.
Standing next to him in the middle was a young teenager who seemed to be in his late teen. His hair was black but he had blood red eyes. He was claded in tight fitting black clothing. This was the Alpha of the duskstalkers pack - Eren. Compared to the howling fury pack, they had noticeably weaker strength were less wild and much more smaller. However, they were silent predators. They had black or gray furs. Their claws and teeth were recognized as the sharpest of all. They were extremely sneaky and hard to detect. They loved hiding in the dark and ambushing their targets unawares. They were stealth predators.
The last in this group, standing to the right was an aged woman who held a staff to support her movement. She had short white hair and wine red eye. She was the Luna of the Embermoon pack - Lilia. This pack of wolves had mostly white or silver furs. They were very reclusive and in tune with nature. They had totally embraced their wolf characteristics rarely turning into humans.
A little bit further stood another group. This group consisted of an old man who also held a walking stick. He was so old that it looked like a little wind could push him off his feet. He looked half dead and a slightly rusty aura could be perceived off of him. This was the High elder of The Ancient Order - Sir Amon. He was without a doubt a very ancient existence yet no one knew exactly how old he was but what everyone knew was that this vampire that seemed he could die at any moment was not the oldest present. Infact, without a doubt the oldest member in this room was the little kid standing next to this ancient man.
The kid looked about ten and constantly fidgeted. He was dressed in a suit that fitted him perfectly. Anyone who saw him would think he was a cute little boy who had lost his way. What they wouldn't know was that this little kid was so ancient that he had forgotten his origin or so it seemed. Nonetheless, he was bestowed a name by Divinity and was called Maxwell. He didn't have a clan or a family of night walkers. Instead he was the creator of "Festum totam noctem." - A social gathering as he had like to call it.
Close to him was a charming lady in her thirties with black draping hair. She was draped in a long black dress. Her black eyes twinkled as she smiled. She looked gorgeous. However, one could sense a faint jealousy from her as she stole glances at another figure. She was a Lamia - Qhoshala. Lamia weren't exactly vampires but they shared so much similarities that the intricacies didn't actually matter anymore. They were very dangerous creatures and much more vicious considering they had some of the benefits that vampires were denied of. They could walk under sunlight and most importantly they could procreate albeit with a low fertility. However, they also lacked some of the characteristics of typical vampires. Some being the enhanced speed and the psychic abilities. They also had a more terrible relationship with the witches as compared to the vampires.
At another corner, stood three figures. A lady in long white robes stood in the middle while two other men flanked both side. The lady had gorgeous black draping down her back all the way to her feet. She had gorgeous blue eyes and a small puckered pink lips. She was extremely gorgeous and radiated purity. This was one of highest member of the nephilims - Celeste. Nephilims were descendants of the fallen angels. Although, most of the histories of the angels and what led to their fall had been lost. Even their existences had been been forgotten. It was merely speculation if they still even existed. However, nephilims had inherited certain traits from their ancestors, most of them were considered secret but the well known ones was that each nephilim had power over a certain concept. It was mostly physical but some of the rarer ones includes vague and abstract concepts. It was uncertain what Celeste concept was but the handsome young men at her sides, Romelo and Klou, were known as the angel of repercussions and regrets respectively. They both had blonde hair and pale blue eyes. They wore long white robes and had a lean stature. They were also part of the highest ranking members of the nephilims.
Standing at another corner were also three figures. The first figure was extremely short and bulky. He had flaming red hair and eyes. His beard swept the floor and his moustache lightly touched the floor. He held a huge hammer over his shoulders and he radiated a very hot scorching aura. This was the forge demon - Ornn. Unlike other creatures, the most important thing to a demon was their name. When a demon comes into existence. A true name would be imprinted in their soul. Whoever acquires that true name completely enslaves the demon. However, a demon's true name can't be written down in any form nor can it be passed by one person to another. Also, only one person can know a demon's true name at a time. All other beings subtly forgets it after coming into contact with it. Nonetheless, a demon true name could be said to be their most guarded secret. Thus, when introducing themselves they use a totally different name or they pick a single syllable name from their true name. Apart from that, each demon represented the seven deadly sins.
Wrath, Envy, Pride, Gluttony, Sloth, Greed, and Lust—these are the seven deadly sins that often define the tendencies of demons. Each demon's inclination is typically rooted in the essence of what these sins represent.
Ornn embodies the essence of Wrath, a demon representing anger and fury. Over time, he has transformed the flame of his anger into a prestigious demonic heart flame, earning respect among his kind. His evolution reflects the mastery of his emotions, allowing him to channel his wrath into powerful abilities that enabled him to wield an higher authority.
Standing close to him was a black spirit like existence. It drifted with the wind and didn't have a physical form. It was faceless with only two bright red eyes. It didn't have legs instead his lower body was covered in smoke as it floated above the ground. It's faint figure seemed to flicker in and out of existence. This was called an evil spirit. A rare form of demon that doesn't represent any of the aforementioned sins. Instead they thrive on amplifying these sins on other beings and feeding off their emotions. They represent sufferings and lamentations. This evil spirit was one of the first few to come into existence. It's name is Belial. A being of wickedness and moral depravity.
The last demon present stood at the center, clad in a stunning white peplos adorned with intricate jewelry. Her curly blonde hair was elegantly twisted upwards and secured with a pin, exuding an aura of authority. This was Beliala, a figure of authority and prestige. However, like Celeste, none in attendance could discern the specific sin she represented.