They say that everyone is born with a god. This god is not a bearded omnipotent man resting in the clouds. This god isn't an object of worship. No, this god is not the type of god we're used to. But there's really no other name that suits them. Because these are the ones that watch over us throughout our lives. These are the ones who protect us. These are the ones who listen to our prayers. And if it is in their power, these are the ones who give us miracles. They say that at some point in our lives, we all borrow a bit of our god's power to create miracles. Everyone's done it. Then why are we being punished? Because our gods are stronger? Because we happened to score a little too high on our screening test? It's not like we are the only ones with gods. You all have them too. So will you stop looking at me like I'm some sort of monster? Will you just let me stay and live like you get to, with your friends and family? Will you not send me away?Journal Entry of Ryder White August 9, 2274 ~~~~~ Nearly a century ago, humans discovered the existence of gods, mysterious entities formed from a strange type of energy that seem to shadow us throughout life. A couple of decades later, they discovered a way to tap into that strange power to produce results that could only be called "magic". However this "magic" could only be used by certain people called witches. The world celebrated this development. Then came the 4th World War . . . and Ulysses Foster. After Ulysses Foster, witches became seen as monsters. All witches were forcibly moved, whether they had even formed a contract yet, to a safe location. A walled off city in a frozen wasteland, devoid of all life. Welcome to Daten City. ~~~~~ "GRRAAAGHHHH!!!" The day at the Red Fang Temple started like any other. With Geming Yang, Captain of the Red Fangs and infamous hothead, screaming at the top of his lungs from the roof of the temple. Because according to Boris, being a man meant rising with the sun. It was a ritual that annoyed nearly everyone living in the southern area, but no one was reckless enough to face the Chinese muscle bag to ask him to stop. And so everyday, like a rooster, at the crack of dawn, the area of the Red Fangs would awake to their very own alarm clock. "Good morning Red Fangs! Rise and shine! Today is another beautiful morning closer to our revenge on those cowardly humans who imprisoned us here! Come on, my Red Fangs, let me hear you roar!" Boris was known for his lack of indoor voice. A common joke among the Red Fangs was that you could sense him coming from a mile away simply because he was that loud. After his wake up call, Boris jumped down from the roof, 3 stories high, and landed on the concrete with a loud thud. He took in a deep breath of the cool Russian air. "Today is a beautiful day, right Wukong?" he said to his gauntlets where his god resided. No audible voice answered him back but Boris smiled, feeling the Monkey King's answer anyway. This sort of phenomena wasn't uncommon in Daten City, especially those with a relationship as close as Boris and his god. "You're right. It's the perfect time for a run!" And with that, Boris took off on his daily run around the city. ~~~~~ Daphne practically skipped down the hallways of Green Dragon Labs, humming a tune. She was so excited. Last night, a fight broke out between two witches and well, the Black Hunters didn't exactly make it on time. Now she had a fresh corpse to dissect tonight and she couldn't wait. She had to act quickly before the mana disappeared but they had to disinfect the body first. What sort of secrets could she discover from the body? What sort of breakthroughs would be made tonight? The anticipation was killing her. But first she needed her daily coffee. She went outside and headed for her favorite little cafe, a small place but they served the best coffee in Daten City. After ordering her cup, she sat at one of the tiny tables outside, sipping coffee while eating olives out of a jar she carried with her the entire way and finalizing the lab report from her last dissection. Sadly, there wasn't much to tell from that corpse. The mana was long gone by the time Frankie made the first incision. Hm . . . perhaps a live body would be more . . . interesting. Daphne began laughing creepily to herself, scaring some of the other patrons. That is until a silent voice told her to stop. "Oh, yes. Sorry Athena. I just get so excited sometimes." ~~~~~ "Captain Hawthorne, I'm sending the suspect your way." Titania Fullbuster, better known as Anya, was running down Fifth St, dodging and weaving through the crowd, on the tail of a witch suspected of using magic to hustle money from small shop owners. Everything seemed to go according to plan. Some of the officers had blocked off many of the possible escape routes. The others, like her, were leading him to the alleyway were Alex was waiting. The suspect was just about to reach Alex now. In 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Nothing? Anya watched as the suspect ran off and into crowded Central Square. What? Why didn't Alex capture him? Upon reaching the end of the alleyway, she saw no one. The captain was nowhere to be found. That lazy little a**! As much as Anya respected Captain Hawthorne and admired him due to an incident where he had helped her when she was still a newbie to Daten City, his laziness was such a pain in her side. It was a miracle that he was the one appointed to Captain of the Black Hunters when the previous one was killed last year. Fortunately, he was serious when they were handling big situations but it'd help if he was serious during these little ones as well. Anya touched her choker. "Marchen, 'Red Riding Hood'." Her eyes turned a crimson color as her senses began to heighten. It was too late to go after the suspect since she didn't have a sample of his scent. However, there was a scent she knew all too well from having to do this numerous times. She caught whiff of him and started running toward Seventh St. ~~~~~ Alexander "Alex" Hawthorne was currently in the company of two women outside a bar on Seventh St. He pulled out two roses from thin air, thanks to his god, and presented one to each of them. "It's only suiting to present lovely flowers with flowers, no? But I do think that your beauty is much more intoxicating than the scent of these roses." Both women blushed heavily and took the flowers while giggling. He was about to kiss one of their hands when he heard a voice yelling from behind him. "HAAAWTHOOOORNE!!!!!!" Stun baton fully charged, Anya ran from out of the crowd and directly at her captain, only to have him grab her hand and stop her attack. Smiling at her, Alex said, "Well, I'm afraid I can't let you hit me, my little Lily of the Valley. That would hurt." Then he sent the two other women away before turning back to his lieutenant, still gripping her wrist tightly in case she wanted to use the stun baton on him again. "Now, what has my precious Lieutenant in such a bad mood?" "We lost the suspect today. The one who was hustling money from the shop owners." "Aw, don't worry. I'm sure you'll do better nex-" "We lost him because of you!" she shouted, interrupting him by smashing the top of her forehead against his chin. Anya then grabbed Alex by the ear and began dragging him in the direction of Black Hunter Headquarters. "You're going to write an apology letter to everyone involved in the plan today for your incompetence!" This sort of scene was fairly common. Anya forcing Alex to do his work. Normally, Anya was a more calm and logical officer, but she just couldn't help but lose it when it came to her Captain. Mostly because he was the main reason why she even joined the Black Hunters, having admired him ever since he had saved her three years ago. She trained hard to become a Hunter, just to find out that her hero was . . . this . . . It was so disappointing.