RemnantDoomBlossom

Epilogue Winter had come and gone again. A full year and a half eclipsed over the world. Spring breezed by with beautiful bounties. By the time summer had come, so had new beings and opportunities. Elyria was acclimating to the new state of things. The first batch of hybrid children had emerged as humans and demons inevitably dismissed the line between them and fell in love. Daughters and sons brought home demon lovers and vice versa. Elyria was wary at first, but gradually, and with the assistance of their kind Overseer, began to change, became molded by their new circumstances. That is not to say that they did not face hardships. Violence upon both peoples erupted out of fear, out of a feeling of superiority. To quell these outbursts and help prevent this violence, the advisors established a unique task force, comprised of otherworldly beings and humans entrusted with keeping the peace and creating solutions. They were unnamed and were a small group thus far, but were effective

Telos Ophelia sobbed and rocked back and forth with Runei in her arms. It was mere coincidence that Runei had been where she was at that fateful, unfortunate time, but Ophelia, I knew, would take the full blame for the incident. It wasn’t because a random unit of Alaric’s men took it upon themselves to attack our patrol. It was because Ophelia had failed. After all, she did not act quickly enough, because she let Alaric and the rest of the world take their time. Most of all, it was her fault because she believed that the human race could be better. I knew these were reasons I could not keep from her mind. I could not shield her from the blame she would carry upon her shoulders. No amount of reassuring would erase the guilt Ophelia no doubt felt as she clutched to her fallen comrade. The unexpectedness of the patrol’s death was evident. Their bodies did not fade. Demons and fey alike faded into a light, into an essence that flowed back into the world. If one was prepared and resolved

Simon It’s been three days since Ophelia’s declaration. Alaric was prepping to make his speech this morning. He had waited to see the public’s response and awaited word from the other Directors. Though one of them was missing. Jameson. Alaric was no fool. He knew Jameson was bound to break off. What he wasn’t expecting was for Jameson to leave with a sizeable force and people loyal to him and disgruntled about Alaric’s true identity. Alaric tried to track Jameson, but he covered his tracks, disabled the cameras right away. If we didn’t know any better, we’d say he vanished into thin air. Almost in every way it appeared as though Jameson bested him. The camera was rolling as Alaric stood in front of the castle, still within the barrier, but within view of the mass of supporters that had flooded the area. I watched from the back of the other Devils as they crowded around the tv. Clarice was with Josiah in her room and refused to come out or speak with anyone. That was except for