Anything But || OT7

Prologue

In the year 3045, there were multiple beings that walked this dying earth. The toxic air smothered them, and society was the same in a sense.

Demigods, those who could control nature at their will and command, had once stood above all. However, as time had passed, they were forced to hide in the shadows. Hiding their true identities from mortals, having two names, two lives.

Mortals, the ones who are learned about in history lessons. They are as ancient as the demigods, dating as far back as 1800. After the fallout, most information dating further back had been lost. Many societies had conformed to the ancient ways of social status. Rejecting those who were not considered 'normal.'

Mutants were seen as freaks of nature, only existing after the fallout in the year 2786. Mortals who had dared to ventured out, exposed to dangerous amounts of radiation. They were treated, narrowly escaping death; however, complications came along. Childbirth was near impossible, and those who were descendants had different appearances. They were first treated as slaves, mortals and demigods afraid of their appearances, soon to be freed only to be looked down upon by social status.

But hierarchies never last.

And neither will the status quo.