More Than Human

Prologue

A group of blue-skinned people gather around a large table, shaped into a circle. In the middle of the table, there was a large hologram crackling before them. It was a planet, that they were not familiar with, but could see the beautiful properties it inherited.

Its name was "Earth", they had discovered.

One woman spoke, who had a long braided ponytail and eyes with a fiery red, "Let's begin this operation tomorrow. I think it'd be foolish to keep delaying this." She lifted her hand, holding out two fingers, her index, and middle. She swiped.

The hologram changed from showing Earth, to showing a section of land. There were tall and lengthy buildings, bridges, and railways, proof of a largely concentrated civilization. But there were also large parts of forests and isolated towns far away from the buildings, and that was what the woman was focusing on.

"We should be discreet. But also make ourselves noticeable enough to instill fear into the people." She spoke, a sinister smirk playing along her lips. She swiped around at the hologram a few times, before stopping at a certain building.

It was a large building, containing multiple sections that were all connected to the main building. A school, marked with the name "Carisa & Geneva Academy". The place was far away from towns, and the closest neighborhoods had very few houses.

It was the perfect place for the woman.

She pointed at the hologram. "Here. We shall strike here."

Satisfied with herself, she looks at her comrades with a determined smile, but she particularly looked at one person. A large and bulky man, draped with a heavy-looking cape. He has a clean-cut scar across his left eye. His jet-black beard reached the skin of his chest, some braids here and there. He also had fiery red eyes. The man looked pretty intimidating.

The man locked eyes with the woman and nodded. "As expected of you, Kumala. We will go with your plan, I trust that you know what you're doing." He says, harboring a deep and throaty voice.

The woman, named Kumala, puffed out her chest and brought her feet together. "You will not regret it, my Lord."

And with that, everyone else began to leave the room except for the man and Kumala. When it was the only two of them, the man approached Kumala with a stern look in his eyes. "You know what to do, don't you? It will not happen again like last time." 

"No. It will not." Kumala responded firmly, keeping a balanced gaze at the man who was a foot taller than her. "I am ready to shed blood and make every Thusian proud. There is no question about that." She further added, and this amused the man. 

He gave a small smile and nodded. 

"I will watch from afar. Do what you must." He said, and giving one final look at Kumala, he turned around and exited the room. 

Kumala turned back to the hologram, placing both of her hands flat on the table. She stared at it with a hungry grin, her heart pounding with excitement. She was gonna get what she wanted now, at last. After years of trying and working, it all led up to this.

She would surely not disappoint him. 

"Do not worry, Father..." Kumala whispers and unsheathes a large, obsidian-black colored sword from her back. She gazes at it with admiration, touching the tip of it. Kumala flinches, feeling a small, sharp pain on her finger. Dark-red blood oozes out of her skin but pays no mind to it.

Instead, she points the sword towards the hologram, with a toothy, monstrous smile. 

"I will bring every head to your table."