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"War... is Hell. I have fought alongside my comrades to preserve the peace and balance that we swore to uphold. The human world was to never notice the existance of the magical world. That way, peace could continue... but we failed. When our kin found the world of creatures, of peoples and races they considered demons, war was immediately declared. The Vatican called for no survivors and, sure enough, every non-human race was hunted to extinction. My comrades and I had always worked to uphold the secrecy that the other races needed to survive... now I am the only one still alive.
It happened too quickly. We were assaulted by the Vatican army when we were still preparing to evacuate the other races. Anne fell first. The graceful half-vampire was struck down by silver-tipped bullets most likely blessed within the Vatican's own churches. Then Eric fell. The werewolf's natural weakness... silver... it took him quickly. Yoshi, our nekomata, was also killed. I think the barbarians had fun cutting his tail from his body and leaving him to bleed. Kate, our dark fairy... light was always her weakness, and so too was the holy blades they carried.
Finally our leader, Lynda, was the last to fall. Though she was part human, just like the rest of us, she was also an elf. She fought valiantly with the last of her ammunition, but she eventually ran out and was overwhelmed. They chose to burn her, along with the rest of our headquarters. Now I am the only one left alive, only because I am a human and because I was able to escape with my life. Looking over the remains of my former home, I gripped the debris tightly in my hand. Once I had hated this place. My induction in this now dead order was forced upon my accidental discovery of it, but it had grown upon me. Now... it had become everything to me... and it was all taken away.
Looking down on the ground, I noticed my precious sniper rifle. It seemed to be untouched, even after going through the fire. I picked it up, carressed it to my chest. How many lives had this gun taken? The lives of cold-hearted humans along with lives of some of the other races, where malice and hatred ran in their hearts and they attempted to destroy humanity. I fought to protect everyone, killed to safeguard the world... and now there was nothing left to protect. Humanity would "save itsself" by killing the other races, the allies we could've had in the future. When the day comes for humanity to die, there will be no one to save them now... and I did not want to live to see that day.
Though I hated the thought of having to do this, I knew that I must. The last of the Celetials would have to fall, to safeguard the few secrets we kept. Though the mortal races may fall, humanity must never reach the sleeping Gods. Perhaps then, when the world's end is nigh, they will awaken once more and defend whatever's left, to keep absolute from destruction from raging across the land. But I did not plan to be there. Aiming the barrel of the gun to my head, I had to use my foot to reach the trigger and pressed on it quickly. There was a loud bang, a sickening noise of blood splattering across the ground... and then I was free from my body and all turned black."
And that's my story set to this song. Hope readers like it.