In this plane of existance there are fourteen realms. These fourteen realms each house a different race and represent different things. The king of Dæmons, Lucious, has decided that his realm, Hale, will wage war in the other thirteen realms. It is by far the strongest realm, and the other realms cannot stand up for themselves, but refuse to cooperate with eachother and so the fate of existance as we know it lies in the hands of twenty eight demi god children from the realm of terra. (will include smut, profanity, rape, gore, ptsd. If you struggle with any of these subject it is advised that you do not read) If you do decide to read this, this is my first published story, so I'm sorry if there are any plot holes or the story seems bland or ramble-y.
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