The Blessing of the Angel of Arcelia

Prologue

A bloody battleground, bodies of both men and women littering the once grassy fields which were now run-down and muddy. Any vegetation that was once growing was now long gone, the only bit of life remaining was the random patches of yellowing-grass that covered the long stretches of the plains. The majority of the lifeless forms that covered the ground had strange appearances to them. They all had something that made them different from humans; some had attributes of wings with varying degrees of size attached to their backs or horns protruding from various spots on their head, and some were even just unnaturally colored in various ways. They were all just different. The others, who seem to be on the winning side in this brutal fight, had a much more humane look to them, although they seemed to be the real monsters with how they slaughtered aimlessly and killed anyone who even resembled the opposing side, no matter how young or old they appeared.

To the people, the war happened over a simple, yet simultaneously complex, reason. The two species used to live in harmony, both sides living together as one until a disagreement broke out. The humans felt they were better and deserved more than the people who didn't look like them, and of course that didn't make the other side happy. They tried at first to handle it peacefully, holding meetings almost every week to figure out a solution, but it was no use. It should've been easy to find a compromise but they could never come to an agreement, and so it was decided. War broke out only a few months later and despite the non-humans having extra abilities that the normal did not, it was clear who would conquer.

Amidst the fight between the natural and the not, a single human and a lone womanly creature are finishing their fight.

"Maybe... in another life, my dear..." The inhuman girl spoke, her voice raspy and coming out barely above a whisper so only the man that towered over her could hear. Her voice sounded eerily calm, as if she had accepted that this was her fate already. Her pale fingers feebly clung to the sharpened steel stuck into her chest, weakly trying to push it out of her, but to no avail. She didn't even realize that her body was trying to stop her inevitable end since her mind had already came to terms with what was happening. Silver blood streamed down her body, staining her clothes as well as the already bloodied ground from the hundreds before her, and the blade she now was no longer attempting to remove from its place amongst her ribs. She had no more energy left to fight, and her arms now laid beside her. Above it stood the man, tears dripping from his face despite the almost emotionless expression in his eyes as he stared down at her.

"Yes, perhaps... Goodbye, love."

The war lasted for only one more day after that, the humans being victorious, though a truce was called between them in hopes for both species to survive in peace. Recreation would be banished for the losing side so they would never rise against them again, but they would elect two monsters that would live on to keep their name alive and let their bloodline stay pure. They also stood as a reminder of what happened during that fateful time.

Despite the war staying fresh on the minds of the people who fought, once they passed the meaning of the agreement was quickly forgotten. As time went on and things started to change, people began to realize what powers the two lone survivors had. It started when one of them healed a small child that had gotten lost by their house, and then it quickly spread. They were praised for their magic, not remembering that it was the very same powers that was the catalyst for why things were they way they were now.

The word spread and soon a religion had started. "The Divinity of the Angels of Arcelia," it was called, for the first person to show their powers to the people was named Arcelia and they wanted to name the faith in remembrance of her. People came to their temple for blessings daily and the ones with abilities had no choice but to go along with it in fear of what would happen if they didn't. Though, the trepidation was lost as generations came and went, and in short time it was just the normal for everyone. Two monsters who were called the divine beings of the town would bless and aid their followers until it came time for them to pass the torch to their children, and the cycle would continue. That is how it would stay for hundreds of years; the history of the two species and the war that haunted them was lost to the history books, with only the treaty to remind them of what once was.