Long ago, when the world of Tauras is nothing more than just a blank canvas.
"gods" of Tauras toy with the idea of creating sentient life.
And so they did, humans were the first to be created, then followed with a various branch of beastkin, Elves and countless humanoid creatures.
Before they know it, their little toy had completely filled Tauras.
"gods" were ecstatic and patiently wait for their toys to annihilate each other out of existence.
But everything progress without any war, human were busy fighting among themselves, and Beastkin could care less about the world outside their eternal forest.
Sensing that their world is not quite entertaining as intended, the "gods" decided to create new creatures that will later be known as Daemons hoping that it will.
The entities were a little disappointed when their little toys did not play their role.
So they had made things more interesting, by using their influence within human society, they deem all Daemons as evil beings who seek to destroy all mortal lives. Some chose to believe it, and the non-believers were to be considered heretics.
Seeing that they have been forsaken by their creators without any justification, the Daemons tried to take vengeance upon these so-called "gods."
Their little revolution, however, failed.
The Daemons forces were immediately obliterated by some unknown force.
The Daemons were forced into the pit of hell where their race will be used as puppets for the entities entertainment.
Eventually, one of the entities, Gabriel began to think that these creatures are not to be a toy with, to banished them for what seems to be an act of justified revenge.
It believes that behind every Bestkins, Humans and Daemons lies the unbreakable survival instinct and to be view as the annihilator is not something that should be bestowed upon on anyone.
The entities tried to express their sympathy.
But instead of listening, one of the entities struck it with a golden spear.
As Gabriel fall from the heavens, it saw it's power being drained into the golden spear.
At that moment, it felt something in its chest, something burning inside.
It does not know what it is, but it felt as if the world collapsing around it and that when it realise.
Rage, the same thing Daemons felt millennia ago when they were forsaken by their own creators.
But it can do nothing, as the last of its power was stripped away from the body, Gabriel closed its eyes.
They were afraid of it, and they were fearful of their own creations.
Over millennials, Daemons have evolved to the point where they are no longer subject to the unjust killing by all other life forms.
And now with of their own kin seemingly share even the slight bit of empathy towards these creatures make them nervous.
So they cast the entities down to the bottomless pit of hell.
This decision that they will soon to regret for the rest of their eternal life.
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๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ.
His crimson eyes suddenly lit up as he sprung from what seems to be a primitive bed made entirely out of hay and wood.
He senses something moving beyond his peripherals.
As soon as his vision clears up, he saw one female Daemon and a male Beastkin.
"It woke up!"
Said the female daemon while she stares at him.
The female daemon seems to be around twenty years of age. Her body is tanned in colour with a dark purple pupil.
Thou her cloth is ragged, her beauty still shines through it.
๐๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฑ?
๐๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
๐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ค๐ข๐ฑ๐ข๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ง๐ถ๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ.
"I still do not understand how an undead can sleep. don't they feel no physical exhaustion?"
Beastkin question the female daemon.
The male Beastkin is around two meters in height and wears only a piece of ragged cloth around its crotch. It does not seem to mind the occasional stare from other "worker" around the resident area.
"Why are you asking me? This is my first time even seeing an undead."
"To hell with it then, can you talk? Undead? What the hell am I doing, expect-"
The beastkin suddenly question him before sitting down next to the female Daemon
๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ๐ง๐ถ๐ญ๐ญ๐บ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ๐ฐ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต ๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ด๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฆ๐ค๐ฆ๐ด.
"Ah yes, my apologies. I will get up now."
He said with a calm manner as he slowly gets up from the bed.
Not expecting a reply the daemon and the beastkin suddenly jump at his voice.
"Uhhhh, I've never seen a sentient undead before, what should we do Io?"
The beastkin voice shakes at the sight of the undead.
"Please do not be weary of me, I have no grudges against any of you. I know that my appearance might be somewhat of a nuisance, but I can assure you that I have no intention to harm you both physically and/or mentally."
๐ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต๐ฉ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ท๐ฐ๐ช๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ.
"R-right, please to meet you Mr Undead, what should we call you?"
The male beastkin ask while standing at least two meters away from him.
The female daemon "Io" seems to be more interested as she gets closer and paces around him like a cat looking at him over.
"Undead, how did you sleep, don't you race do not experience fatigue?"
Io asks him while she keeps pacing around him.
Then she suddenly stops right in front of him, her lovely eyes that can make any male fall for her have no power in front of him.
Her sharp eyes widen as she looks deep inside his glowing crimson eyes.
She smiles as she walks closer to him step by step.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐ช๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ฏ.
His mind is conflicted, he is supposed to be undead and yet his heart racing like no tomorrow.
๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐ฆ?
๐๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ?
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ช๐ด ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ช๐ต ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ญ ๐ง๐ข๐ต๐ช๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฑ๐ฉ๐บ๐ด๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ญ ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฑ๐ข๐บ ๐ข๐ต๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ.
๐๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฎ๐ข๐บ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ช๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด "๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ง๐ข๐ต๐ช๐จ๐ถ๐ฆ"
๐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ณ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
"Well?"
Asked Io
"Apologies, I am getting lost in your eyes. Now, where were we?
Ah yes, I have no names as such you can call me whatever you like beastkin, and to your question daemon, I still have no idea how I experience fatigue."
He replied calmly.
"!! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"
She tried to cover her redded face as he compliments her eyes.
"R-right, umm, I will call you undead then."
The beastkin answer as he looks at the female daemon and him back and forth.
๐๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฐ, ๐๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
"Now that I answer your question, it is time you answer mine."
The undead somehow smiles, and that sends a shiver down both of them.