The Scorned.

 A collective group of protectors chosen to watch over and guard humanity. An army once in the thousands, was all that stood between everyday people and the preternatural forces that plagued humanity from the darkness. Not all were evil or had malevolent intentions of course. Those select few beings were referred  to as The Gifted. Healers, Witches, the occasional Warlock, Sighted (those who could see the future or the past), made up the smallest portion of this menagerie of misfits. 

  It was usually just the Wicked that gave the Scorned shall we say… difficulties. The Wicked were previously departed souls that had escaped the Vast, a holding cell of sorts for the Gifted who abused their talents. It had been around 20 years since the last “successful” escape attempt. A group of Wicked slipped past and set themselves free and quickly made their way to the surface. The goal being to assume a corporeal form.  This became the modern day concept of possession. It was not uncommon for Wicked to toy with their victims, often animating them or manipulating their senses to the point of insanity. All that seemed to stop for about the last 20 years or so…

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  Now it was 2017. The farthest corners of the earth were beginning to have light shed upon them and there were some nasty things coming from the shadows. Wicked were being discovered in droves, gathered in cities across the globe. Lately the largest amount of activity was located in Los Angeles. Benton Hills to be exact. A bustling metropolis filled with people scurrying from one place to another but going nowhere. These were troubling times. A Scorned had gone missing. The wicked were on the prowl and the people of this city were no longer safe. Everyone was looking for answers and coming up empty. That is until December 24th, when Thadeus Morgan, new Scorned came to town.