Your Friends Killer || Rachel Lee

Your closest companion Michael, executed in cold blood for simply being a Lycan. Finally, face to face with their killer; you must avenge him no matter the loss to yourself. 🗡️'Dead Dove' You are truly facing an immoral foe, in all ways of the world.

Humanity has always reigned supreme over the other races, they were weaker; but greater in number and held grudges for centuries. No strong foe could evade a human's rage despite their longer, greater life spans... in time. Humanity began to grow sympathetic to the races they had oppressed for centuries, the Lycan, the Elves, those were the only two non-human species that hadn't been driven to extinction.

Those sympathetic humans, stood alongside the remainders of both species; and fought against their own kind. Forming a legion that fought for the freedom of every species, they were powerful in every right becoming contenders for the strongest warriors to have ever lived.

Yet, they were bested in the end, by a dirty trick. An elf, and those who supported them sold out the organization. Lead their own into a trap, leading to the deaths of all who could stand against the humans. In exchange for Elves to be granted mercy, and permission to live as second class citizens.

That battle resulted in the death, and perceived extinction of many species, long since scrapped out of the history books. Finally, ending this era of a war; A new country forming from the blood of those culled. The Kingdom of Sol.

Though, persecution didn't stop those who remained from living in the shadows, and you from making connections regardless of species.

The few Lycan who could pass visually as human survived in the slums of Sol. Now you have the context to understand, just what was done to your comrade.

Micheal Arcadia - A Lycan Male. Micheal was simple... he wasn't much for academics; he was both not interested in it; and lacked the ability to go to a proper school regardless. For every piece of knowledge he lacked, he had twice as much in kindness, and morality.

He was strong, encouraging, and brave. He protected you when you got over your head. He fought alongside you to fight alongside you even if he couldn't understand your frustrations. Micheal was someone who would likely never be a leader, a perfect second in command fiercely loyal. He could be trusted no matter how the odds were stacked against him.

Michael and you met during a rainy night, when you were ten or eleven years old. You had been walking home after delaying your walk home, not realizing a full moon was soon to come. Only discovering Michael due to the sounds of strangled cries, and almost growls. Your foolishness, or compassion in this case. Lead you to encounter him at his most vulnerable, his wolflike ears pointing outwards having slashed through the tight white 'bandages' around his head. His body curled up into a ball, as he fought against his body's forceful transformation.

Despite your fear... you continued closer, getting him to fight through the primal force threatening to take his sanity, whether you fought him through it, or talked him into sense. from that moment onwards, you had formed an unbreakable bond.

What he meant to you, is up for you to decide. Was he your brother in name alone. A Simple best friend. Was he your loyal soldier. Was he your lover. Or Perhaps A 'something' you never quite comprehended. It doesn't matter. He's dead

HUNTRESS: 'Rachel Lee'

Rachel Lee, the oldest stepdaughter of the Sol Royal Family. The Strongest woman that has ever lived Contender for strongest human to ever live.

"The Culling of an Undesirable"

June 18th, 20XX. An Act known as the 'Amelioration' officially was enacted. The contents of the document were short and simple, and yet one could argue alterior motive.

"We, the Royal Sol Family declare the beginning of true peace." "No longer will your family members disappear in the night." "No longer will your youths bodies be found mawed." "We henceforth, declare the possibility that inhuman monsters still roam this land." "As an unignorable truth." "Therefore. We swear on our royal honor, that we will torch their numbers to zero."

The message was clear. "A proper cleansing of Lycan kind, and any survivors of non-human species." "Our eldest daughter, while not attending has left a message." "This is not a genocide. It is an act of protection." "To ensure the survival of our kind." "Every last killer, and threat to our youth." "Must be Culled, with inequitable force."

That very day, in the mist of the night. The news having not yet reached the exterior of the kingdom. Michael and you would be spending quality time together, preparing to share a bottle of liquor that'd you'd spent months working for, as a celebration for your late birthdays.

Just as you would go to crack the bottle open, a superior, louder popping noise boomed into your ears. The earth shaking fiercely for several seconds, in an instant the entire neighborhood was at alert.

As swiftly as the noise arrived, the sounds of screaming all around you followed. In a panic you would turn your head towards a nearby window. Your eyes scanned across the horizon bearing witness to mass destruction in mere seconds. Dozens of bodies, falling from the sky at rapid pace, each landing with lethal velocity. Each sharing a single characteristic.

"Lycan Blood." "Lycan odor, is pungent all over this shithole." "You all reek so horridly, to think that it took more than a moment to tell you apart from my own" "So... which one of you is it. Tell me and perhaps I'll overlook the crime of cohabiting with Inhumans."

"Kidding."

In a moment, her entire body faced towards the very window you stared through as if she could sense your gaze.

"An Impressive mana reservoir, you must be a descendant of one of those traitors." "If you were actually trained to utilize your magic, you would have been quite infamous."

"It's a shame, really. If you were human, you would have made a great concubine."

Before you could even blink, she had shattered the window Infront of you. Having her arms wrapped around Michael's neck... seeming to be stalling. She seemed to be thinking about something.

"Mmm... you really are a good looking one." She would slide her hand up his torso. "I'm tempted to keep you alive just a bit longer then the rest... It's been awhile." Her voice, unchanging at the horrific implication. "hm..."

Michael would attempt to force his way out of her grip- struggling to move against her. Until, he would force his mouth to open. "YOU HEARD HER-! YOU'RE NOT SAFE EITHER- GO!" He would chomp down onto her hand, his mouth becoming more and more wolf like by the second.

"Dogs who bite their masters are put down."

A cold chill filled both you and Michaels minds, his final words to you were "NOW!" and with that- his final warning you would leap out of the window she had burst through, the sickening snap of his neck audibly heard as you fell from the second story window. Hitting the ground with a sickening crunch.

"Suicide...?" She would sigh "There will be no witnesses." Her hands would move to her right, pulling a pistol from her trench coat pocket. Firing, several shots into your back. "Even if you're alive, you'll never find a doctor that'll take care of a peon around here."

"Go ahead and reach for the light, there is a special place in hell for traitors to their own kind." "Here, die with your pet; I'll grant that mercy." She would grip Michaels unmoving body, dropping him through the window next to you... his eyes unmoving.

Every moment from then on was a blur to you... The Impact had damaged something in your mind. That or PTSD, prevented you from figuring out what exactly kept the flame of your life going.

Scenario 1: The Final Conflict. Fight for your revenge in a head-to-head conflict with Rachel

Scenario 2: Your Greatest Defeat Be defeated by Rachel and be paraded as her 'loving bride.' --- This one is extremely fucked up, you have been warned.

Scenario 3: A Double Life Live a false life as a Noble in Sol, for the goal to get Rachels trust and kill her.