Falling for Lord Masquerade

December 9, 1981

The crescent moon shone brightly, the deafening noise outside the castle grew louder and more terrifying as she ran down the dark hollow corridor, the disposed crown princess in her arms.

A bloodthirsty roar made by hundreds of angry voices calling for the death of her and her kind.

Everyone who had tried to help and protect them were all dead.

This was the day her kind had dreaded for centuries, the day humankind would discover their existence and stand against them to wipe them from the face of the earth.

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For centuries, the Were-breeds and Humans had been at war, a long, brutal and cold, never-ending war.

The humans were disgusted by the existence of were-breeds, a species of creatures that could transform into humans and animals, and they wanted to wipe them out.

In order to achieve their goal, the whole of the human army had been unified under one man, a young, brutal and bloodthirsty general, Odenus Naga.

He had created an army, a brutal one, composed of the best warriors the human race had to offer.

They killed anyone and anything on their part, leaving a trail of blood wherever they went. They were called the Red assassins, a name given to them because of the trail of blood they always left.

The human army attacked the Were Breeds, their attacks were brutal, leaving hundreds of Were Breeds dead and wounded.

The were-breeds always tried to fight back and hold their ground until Odenus Naga found out about the crescent moon, the weakness of the Were-breeds.

Whenever there was a crescent moon, the were-breeds lost all their powers and were as weak as normal men.

With his new-found knowledge, Odenus knew he already had the edge over the Were-breeds, and he would dedicate his entire life into wiping them all out.

The Were-breeds, on the other hand, were oblivious to Odenus Naga’s new-found knowledge.

On the night of the next crescent moon, Odenus Naga and his army striked.

Thousands of Were-breeds fell, the streets and rivers were filled with blood, the Were-breed kingdom was thrown into chaos as they all wondered who leaked their secret.

The attack scattered the Were-breeds. Nobody trusted anybody.

The Cold War continued and more Were-breeds fell. Tribe after tribe, clan after clan, breed after breed, and soon they were few in number. It was only a matter of time before the human race and the Red assassins led by Odenus Naga would have a complete victory.

The Were-breeds had lost hope, and they were all waiting for their deaths.

Until the insurgence of Shinori Kahn, from the Werewolf clan.

Being so close to victory and seemingly happy that he had torn the enemy’s kingdom into a million pieces, Odenus Naga had grown confident of his victory.

He had grown so confident, that he sent the majority of his Red assassins back home to base and the remainder of his troops were spread thin all over the Were-breeds land, with the orders to kill any were-breed they came across.

Shinori Khan had seen this opportunity as a miracle for his people, the Were-breeds.

He gathered twelve of his strongest soldiers, all who were great gray wolves, one of the strongest of the Werewolf clan. They patiently waited until the next full moon, when they knew they’d have the advantage over Odenus’s men.

The next full moon came, bright as never before, as if it was expectant of the bloodshed that was to come.

Shinori Khan gathered his men, and together they moved silently from unit to unit, taking out the remainder of Odenus Naga’s men, who were all normal soldiers only armed with a gun and little training.

The other clans of Were-breeds heard the news about what Shinori Khan was doing, and for the first time in decades, they unified against their common foe.

Odenus Naga and the remainder of his men had no chance of victory, as the red assassins had long been dispatched.

Shinori Khan led the Were-breeds to a flawless victory, with Odenus Naga managing to survive and escape.