Don't Kill the Witches

Hello, my name is Eleanor, and I'm here to tell you all about the destruction of humanity.

In the mid 1600's, humanity rebelled against one of the strongest races on earth, witches. The rebellion wasn't the usual bricks through windows and setting fires to flags. The rebellion was a genocide, killing thousands of our kind. The cause of this genocide you may ask. Fear.

Of course, not all the witches died, as humanity aren't all that smart. The first thing they did wrong was focus on only women. While this is no surprise with humanities track record, as men couldn't possibly make mistakes or be a witch.

Obviously, the focus on killing our women did have an impact on our ability to reproduce, less women equals less babies and all. But we were still here.

When the main hysteria around our existence ended and we were at a still uncomfortably risk level of being attacked, we decided to stay underground. We lived normal, mundane, human lives for as long as we possibly could. Eventually, our numbers started to grow again, but our power never fully regenerated.

We were weakened for a long time, humanity had killed our parents, grandparents, teachers, you name it. They were all mostly gone, and with their deaths we lost thousands of years of magical ability and experience.

We were still able to practice magic, but it was small and timid magic that let us light fires and heals the smallest of wounds.

They say that power is a magnet to the corruptible, and unfortunately, we weren't excluded from that fact. We had to control our own population, sacrificing a few to save many when there was a risk of re-exposure to humanity.

It wasn't pretty, but it was necessary. Our population was able to grow consistently and eventually witches began to cluster in towns and villages, creating hotspots of magical energy. Magic feeds on other magic, and our communities became stronger as more witches joined.

At this point, humanity was completely unaware of the power that was rooting right beneath their noses. We had learned our lessons. We couldn't risk causing any more massacres.

Unbeknownst to us, another power was growing on our own doorstep.

It was 6 weeks ago that the first demon attack happened, and we were completely unprepared for it.

A whole city, lost.

After that first attack, we didn't have a chance to breath. Every day we were hearing of hundreds of new attacks happening all over the world, tens of thousands of people dying a day and that was humans and witches alike. For the first time in centuries, we were in the same position. We couldn't fight back.

Until suddenly we could.

Villages and Towns started surviving the attacks and do you know how?

Witches.

We started fighting back. We started winning in the towns and villages where there was a magical presence and humanity started to catch on. They started calling out for our help, for us to save them. After massacring our ancestors for no reason other than fear, humanity needed us.

I wish I could tell you that with power comes an ability to forgive those who have wronged you. It doesn't. We ignored humanity's pleas and focused our efforts on our own towns and villages.

They humans didn't last long, they couldn't. When the human population dwindled to numbers that even the demons weren't interested in, we claimed back and cleansed the land. The war was won and humans are almost extinct.

The reason that I'm telling you this story is because I'm hoping that you can learn from humanities mistakes.

Don't kill the witches.