Sweethearts, are going to be okay

Chapter Eleven

Roman

I'd managed to hold a conclave of the local heads of the major families in the state. The werewolves, vampires, ghouls, shapeshifters, and blood witches were all in agreement that the local hunters were becoming far too much of a credible threat. My own family, the Dragons, were almost hunted to complete extinction. Something needed to be done about these pesky hunters. With the plan we'd come up with, the local hunters would be completely wiped out themselves. We wouldn't have to hide anymore, in fact, we may even create a revolution amongst the monster communities. No more being afraid of hunters. We'd turn the tables and make them fear us for the first time in centuries.
For the first time ever, we had the actual gods of chaos backing us up. Fenrir, Loki and Ares. Though they weren't willing to share their reasons, they are willing to strengthen us. To help us each evolve and to send their own troops to help us eliminate the threat. I would evolve into a high dragon. Many of the ghouls will evolve into Liches, undead beings capable of wielding deadly chaos magic. I wasn't even sure what Vampires, werewolves and shapeshifters were capable of evolving into but I was for sure curious to see.
While each leader was more than happy to allie ourselves with these gods we all felt there to be a catch. Ares appeared and told us that the catch was, nothing. The hunters had made an enemy of the chaos gods and the gods weren't aloud to directly attack them themselves, so they had to use "other" resources, meaning us. Afterwards, we wouldn't owe anything to the gods and would be free to go about and do as we wished. Perhaps we'd even come out of the shadows and start killing and feeding in daylight. Free of the shackles of hiding from hunters.
For myself, I just wished to become a loyal servant of the gods of chaos. A dragon couldn't ask for more loyal masters.