He stood before the map of the lands, a tall man with a handsome build bearing an angular face with no facial hair, his ears slightly pointed and a prominent pointed nose while sea gren eyes tinted with red looked upon the board where the pieces he set into motion were always ready to unleash his greatest plan. Soon the wretched humans that wasted their lives away working hard to build weapons of war and mass destruction would be the key to their collapse. He wore the robes of power, a high collared coat with the constellations as a design upon it while he loomed there, his court was only those he trusted as he looked upon them all, they were people fully devoted to him from heads of families who were promised power to even those he promised to make as a part of his harem and the seeds of a new generation.

It was almost time for the before victory party, waiting for servants to come in with trays of a special liquid that held an amber shade, rich in flavour as he looked to scan each slave over though as always his eyes lingered upon his favorite slave he had captured. Her hair was snow white, her skin was almost as pale while she bore the symbol of a cresent moon upon her forehead and those eyes of pure hatred stared right back at him even as she carried the tray of wine up to him, no shackles tonight or chains aside from the decorative outfits that all his slaves wore and each one was placed with a tray near the court there as they went to take their drinks, the slaves all lowered their heads as they stood waiting.

"Tonight we drink in victory to the dawn of a new world that shall be reborn in the sanguine rivers of the old ways and flow into the future where once more Gods are feared and roam freely. Humanity will be purged from this world, our kin, our creations will once more be free to roam the lands that once they were hunted to near extinction, simply because the humans decided to prove they could kill us. They hunted us as trophies for coming of age, for currency, for medicine to cure themselves of their own stupidity!" He exclaimed in a cheerful voice, taking a glass up and waiting til everyone did the same before he signaled to drink.

But the signal never came, there was a sudden commotion outside that suddenly rocked the building and caused people to stumble when through the glass giant windows came people flying through by wings, five to be exact as each set of wings was a different set of colours. Two women and three men of various seeming skin colour stood their ground, first it was the guards who came to protect their master, others charged into the fight while the court suddenly started to scramble to get out, their faces covered by the snake like masks they wore.

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"Fools! You dare to come into my lair, you are too late, at my signal they will start my plans to wipe out this world of humans and those who protect them, the Council can not stop me this time!" He gloated in a baritone voice and he turned, his slaves had all ran as well, say the white haired one stayed likely to watch and see if they killed him.

It was one of the females of the group who came to fly in and charge at him, her hair was raven colour, her eyes where of amber color filled with a passion for battle and she swung her sword at him, a huge claymore aimed for his head when he unsheathed his battle sword to easily block it, his forked tongue slipped out to let free a hissing chuckle.

"I remember a time when we did this a little more intimately, Sasha, now you come wishing to claim my other head?" He grinned devilishly only for a blonde haired male to come in swinging a punch that rocked him away.

"You will keep that tongue away from her, you bastard, you broke the rules and we are here to stop you; will you continue to fight us or surrender yourself to be judged?" The man said in an aussie voice as he stood beside the raven haired beauty.

"The easy way... now where's the fun in that?" He then grabbed a glowing red stone as he held it up above his head.

It was then the white haired slave dashed with surprising speed past the amber coloured woman, taking the claymore from her grasp and dashed in while the Serpent God was focused on his spell only for it to suddenly get interrupted as the white haired woman had thrusted the blade completely through his chest.

"Do it now... strip him of his power and seal him away! Do it now while you have time!" She screamed as she then charged to pin him with the blade to the wall behind him.

He grinned smudgly as if a slave could have such strength under his very nose, only when he moved to yank it out he found out he could not make it budge. It was then the five gathered around him to start the ritual to strip him of his power, to seal him away they each took a piece of his soul away from him and his flesh began to harden into stone, encasing his fist around the red stone and once it was all said and done the five collapsed from such a draw of power, had them all nearly exhausted.

"It is done... where is the woman that did that?" Asked the blonde man.

They looked around, but no one had seen where she'd gone or even took noticed that his hand had been sliced off, no one noticed that the woman had taken a gray cloak from a dead guard, covered herself and just slowly walked out of the building with the stone hand in her grasp while the building simply was engulfed by flames.