"The kingdom of Cindrisil and its sister kingdom of Nifiraten were established during the year 645 of the Human Era after six years of war against the elves under the leadership of the Hero, Cindris the Young and his sister Nifirata the Golden who built two twin cities to consolidate their spoils of war. The two kingdoms split the lands of east Edor into two with Cindrisil ruling everything north of the twin city and Nifiraten ruling everything to the south. Half a century before the collapse of the Holy Human Empire all news from the twin city disappeared in the mids of a period of constant rebellions threatening the imperial hegemony. Only after five years of deathly silence did the wider world come to know what happened to the Cindril & Nifiraten. A humble merchant found the city overran with a strange race of human-looking beasts which had infested the city, adding another stone which crushed the Empire already plagued by numerous rebellions, civil wars and incursions from all sides."
Extract from the first chapter of "History of Demi-Humans" by Henrick the Blind.
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The sound of combat filled the long narrow tunnel as a monster and a demi-human fought against each other. Behind her main opponent, a human with some fox-like features closed her emerald eyes, producing a small crystal from behind her.
Iris threw her spear outwards like a glaive, cleaving the area in front of her before hitting the wall as the cloaked demi dodged backwards before without missing a beat, Shiro leapt at her in ripost. Blood-red eyes stared at the undead from under the hood as she ripped her spear from the clay wall with her monstrous strength while she let her armour protect her.
"?" Iris stared as her planed failed somehow her opponent stopped mid-air for just enough for the dwarven spear to pass below her. Stupefied by the unnatural feat she casted inspect on Shiro wanting to know what class the demi was using.
[Inspect]
[Demi-Human Warrior Level 111]
[This demi-human is of Nekos sub-race]
Kicking the ground with one leg the mundane warrior sprung forward again, flying through the air like a bolt of lightning the stake-shape spearhead pierced the side of Iris's neck. Thinking on her feet, Iris let go of her own weapon seeing how their fight devolved into close range. Grabbing the shaft of her opponent's weapon, the undead hoplite tilted her body to the left ripping away the spear with her while she reached for the red-eyed warrior with her right arm.
Instead of running the demi-human stood in the path of the elf's claw. Shiro's arm slid below the risen's forearm before she grabbed Iris's wrist and used the elf's momentum against her. The inexperienced hoplite felt like she hit the wall as her body hit the warrior's shoulder. Her still perfectly calm mind had to watch as she fell on the ground behind her foe.
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The faintest sound of a glass breaking reached Iris's ears before she could move a muscle she felt the ground move under her back.
"Good job, Terra." Iris heard her opponent who lost her weapon congratulate a golem which suddenly assembled from the soil around her as her arms were pinned to the wall by some sort of earth spell in the shape of hands.
"Iris!" All sound vanished for the risen as Kia's voice echoed throughout the narrow tunnel.
"Another one?" The red-eyed demi-human said as she and her companion looked in the direction of her precious mistress.
"Tei, watch out!" Shiro screamed as the monstrous undead broke the stone shackles keeping her suspended on the wall before charging the fox.
Iris stomped on the knee-high golem, crushing it into dust before opening her palm. Her attack finally hit true as she plunged her claws into the spellcaster's stomach. While warm blood still dripped down her fingers, the enraged undead swiped at the fox again before turning around facing face to face with the equally enraged Shiro. The Nekos already managed to pick up her weapon, leaving the elf at a massive disadvantage.
"?"
The elf's enemy opened her crimson eyes wide open as she charged forward. Iris bashed into the demi-human before sprinting as fast as she could toward Kia whose silhouette she saw at the end of the tunnel.
"Iris..." *Caught* The girl barely could stand as she slowly walked forward while leaning heavily on the wall.
"Kia!?" The elf almost crashed into the necromancer before barely managing to stop herself in front of the paler-than-usual girl.
"Iris..." The girl quite a whisper reached the speechless elf who could think nothing of other than checking if the girl was alright as she fell into the bloodied elf. "Spell caster."
"No, no, no. Come on we have to run." The elf begged her smaller companion, unable to stop herself from checking if the girl was truly unhurt, smearing still warm blood on Kia's porcelain skin. Iris tried to pick the girl up but somehow the undead mage's small and powerless body felt like trying to lift a mountain. "Please, don't do this to me."
"He who doesn't learn from history is doomed to repeat its mistakes." Kia somehow managed to lift the corners of her pained face upwards in some sort of smile as she found something funny that alluded the elf. Iris barely contained herself from screaming at the girl before her next words left her mouth. "Obey me... just this once. I promise I know what I'm doing now..."
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Kia's hand warmed its way to Iris's chest as she stared deeply into the risen's soul. A single tear managed to roll down her cheek before Iris felt at complete ease. The undead with a blue flower braided into her hair, stopped running her hands all over the girl's bloodied face and gently lifted her into the air.
A feeling of holding a divine being who deserved all which existed in the world filled the risen's body which seemed to try to fight against this seductive existence as the tall undead would occasionally stop but with the literal epicenter of her adoration, her creator, her deity of everything, being held in her hands, Iris's body had no chance of breaking from this state of peacefulness. As if enlightened all her worries disappeared into nothingness as she found a true meaning of existence.
Her great Master refused to pull her hand from under the risen's clothes even as the elf tried to discreetly pull her hand as a feeling of both unworthiness and overwhelming joy threaten to overload her simple mind with an ever-shifting storm of uncountable emotions raging in the elf's brain.
"Get away from me!" Iris desired nothing more than to rip the insolent living apart for even thinking she was worthy of speaking in her Radiant Mistress's presence but a way of calmness once more flooded her body as somehow she knew it would sadden her Creator. "I don't understand?" The person wearing a cloak plagued with being unable to feel her great despot's aura looked confused as Iris slowly lowered her Creator onto the ground.
Great Master is truly merciful. The undead felt like shedding a tear for the living as her Master pulled out a familiar black bag from her inventory.