It all began from a secluded part of Dissel; the fast rising Capital of Pitadel; a country known for its unique ability of having powerful witches that can not only see the future but can change it entirely.

In Dissel: on a secluded area, lived some women known to have powers of terrifying ranges. They called themselves 'Witches Of The Blood Coven'.

Their leader being Dianne, a descendant of a great witch called 'Caroline'.

Her twin sister, Dianna was the second in command.

Dianne was in a meeting with the Elders of the Coven, when all of a sudden she froze; she felt an overwhelming urge to draw a 'RING'.

The RING is a depiction of the continuum of the gift represented by the rays from God; the Creator of all Beings.

It is also a symbol of hope to remain in God's light, from birth through life and beyond; in the afterlife,a world void of woes and pains but filled with happiness and joy,

Dianne leaned forward on her knees.

Sensing her sister, Dianna beckoned to the witches to stop any discussion and stay silent.

With practiced precision, she brought out a sharp knife from her thigh and slightly cut her palm, allowing the blood drop on the floor.

She touched the ground with her bleeding hand, thereby enhancing her connection with their ancestors as she let the blood drizzle from the side of her fist, to quickly draw the magnificent symbol.

She then recalled when her Mother taught her and her twin sister how to draw the 'RING'. They were ten years old when their mother, Caroline taught them everything about the 'RING'.

"This outer circle", the twin's mother, Caroline,said as she drew the 'RING', "represents the beginning of the Underworld; the infinite world of demons, out beyond this circle, there is nothing else, only forever void.

This is why the RING thus begins here",she said illustrating. "out of nothing, where there is nothing, Creation begins". She waved as she continued the drawing.

A rectangle sat inside the inner circle, it's corners touching the insides of circle albeit slightly. Another circle sat inside the rectangle,the center circle held a ten pointed star.

Straight lines drawn last radiated out from the points of the star, piercing all the way through both circles, every other line bisecting a corner of the rectangle.

The rectangle represents the veil separating the outer circle, the Spirit world; world of spirits and the Underworld; world of demons from the inner circle, the world of Life.

Though within time, the veil was broken and now demons and spirit alike walk amongst living creatures, in the world of Life.

At the center of it all, the star expressed the light,

God the Creator, with rays of His Gift or Curse, supernatural beings are born from the light, passing through boundaries.

"The ten rays with time became ten different creatures:

Demon, Vampire, Spirit, Witch, Lomen, Phoenix, Werewolf, Mermaid, Elf and Human, though humans are the weakest of them all.

And remember my daughters,"Caroline continued."though you are witches from the Blood Coven, a RING can invoke alchemy of consequences.

A RING if drawn with dangerous substances such as the blood of a true hybrid or used in a some other ways, can alter the way the world interacts with either time, space or life, so as to accomplish a disastrous end." She concluded.

After Dianne drew the 'RING' on the ground, she inhaled and exhaled, so as to stabilize herself as she closed her eyes, entering a meditational trance, drawing power from the RING to herself.

Opening her eyes, that had already changed from brown to an engulfing white, she spoke with a metallic tinge in her voice, backed with an overwhelming aura that encompassed the entire Coven.

"A time is coming, when demons and spirit will no longer have fear of extinction, a time where all creatures of the Ten rays stay together as one, without fighting and without fear.

A time where a witch would be allowed to mate a wolf, a wolf allowed to link a vamp, a time where everyone will be free to love and be loved.

A time where all creatures would be together with one rule and one Queen, who will lead them to piece and happiness. That time is yet to come, the queen of all beings would guide her family and escape death.

The Queen, the Bringer of Peace.

After the prophecy, her eyes went back to normal,

though she drew mana/power from the RING and

strength from the ancestors, she was exhausted.

*As prophecies took a lot of strength and mana, if

ever any witch exceeds the time rate or has no

mana left... he or she gets drained of blood and

dies.*

Thinking she was done with the prophecy, she went

out of the RING, however she was wrong, she wasn't

done yet, just as she was about to collect a flask of

water extended to her by her twin sister, she froze,

her eyes changing back to strikingly white, this time

with an unseen dark hollow.

With the little bit of mana/power left in her, she

prophecied yet again:

     "A time is coming,a creature who would bring death

       to all supernatural beings"

Although she looked normal, her strength was fading

rapidly, as she was not using the Power of the RING

nor the Ancestral Power.

       "She is...........she is the Bringer of Death, she

         will be the downfall of all creatures, her

         blood......her....."

She was stuttering, her eyes switching rapidly from

hollow ish white to brown.

          "Her blood would be used to forge.....to forge

            weapons lethal to any supernatural being,

             She is the..... the......the One....One...O"

Still stuttering, blood was oozing out from her eyes

and nose, at this rate her mana was going to go blank,

her twin sister was terrified, as she felt to some

extent what her other twin was going through.

            "The One true Queen...to come.......she

             is......is the......the Supreme One that

             ......One ttttt.....ttthat......wouuuuuld...

             that wouldddd"

Her mana has finished,

And with that she slumped to the floor, taking her last

breath with her, blood still oozing out from her eyes,

nose, ears and lastly mouth.

The Blood Coven leader is dead, and she died trying to

finish the prophecy of their death.

The Elders of the Coven were afraid, she was talking

about the peace and harmony before and now she

talked about the annihilation of every creature, and

without any clue on how they would cope or survive, she

died.

Everyone was terrified.

The Witches around them when it happened then

distributed the news of how the Country's most

powerful Seer died after she prophecied their

downfall.

Thus leaving everyone in a state of panic and fear

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*3000 Years Later*

The prophecy of Dianne, the Blood Coven leader, had become a dark legend whispered across generations.

The world had changed drastically since her death. Dissel, once a hub of powerful witches, had fallen into ruin, overtaken by time and fear.

The creatures of the ten rays had spread far and wide, many seeking to escape the ominous fate foretold.

Peace Andrea Divan-the descendant of Lutecia Andrea and Nicklaus Divan-was born into this turbulent world.

She was extraordinary, even among the supernatural beings. Vampires whispered of her unmatched beauty. Werewolves spoke of her strength. Elves admired her wisdom, and mermaids envied her grace.

But Peace herself felt a heavy weight, knowing she carried the legacy of Dianne's prophecy and the blood of a powerful hybrid within her veins.

Raised in secrecy by her grandmother, Lutecia Andrea, Peace had been taught the history of the RING and the tales of the Blood Coven.

Lutecia warned her never to trust those who sought the Supreme One, for their intentions might lead to destruction. But what Lutecia did not reveal was the truth-the truth that Peace was the Supreme One herself.

On the eve of her twenty-third birthday, a peculiar event unfolded. The night was unusually still, the moon hung low, and the stars seemed to dim.

Peace woke suddenly, feeling an unbearable heat rising within her chest.

Her palms burned as strange markings appeared on her skin-the intricate design of the RING.

Fearful and confused, she ran to her grandmother, who sat waiting in her study. Lutecia stared at Peace for a long moment before saying, "It is time."

"What's happening to me?" Peace demanded.

"You are awakening," Lutecia replied, her voice heavy with sorrow. "You are the Supreme One-the Queen foretold to bring peace... and destruction."

The words sent shivers down Peace's spine. "No. That can't be true. I don't want to destroy anyone-I just want to live."

"The prophecy isn't something you can escape," Lutecia said softly. "You were chosen, my dear. Your blood, your essence-it is the key to both salvation and annihilation. You must decide who you will be."

As Peace grappled with this revelation, the markings on her skin began to glow, emitting a faint hum.

It was as if the RING itself was calling to her.

Meanwhile, across Pitadel, supernatural beings were stirred by a shared sense of foreboding.

Spirits whispered of an ancient energy awakening.

Werewolves howled at the moon, sensing a shift in the balance of power.

Vampires gathered in dark covens, their leaders plotting to use the Supreme One's blood for their gain.

Unbeknownst to Peace, her awakening had disrupted the fragile equilibrium of the world. Those who sought peace, and those who craved dominance, now had their eyes set on her.

The moment came when the first of the seekers arrived-a vampire named Lucian, a descendant of Nicklaus Divan.

He appeared at Lutecia's doorstep, his crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light. Though his presence was imposing, his demeanor was calm.

"I'm here for her," Lucian said simply.

"You will not take her," Lutecia declared, standing between Peace and Lucian.

Lucian's gaze shifted to Peace, and for a fleeting moment, his expression softened. "I mean no harm," he said. "But harm will come if she does not claim her throne."

Peace stepped forward, her voice trembling. "I don't understand any of this."

Lucian met her eyes, and his voice carried a sense of urgency. "You carry the fate of all beings within you. The world is breaking apart-demons rise, spirits fade, wars rage. Only you can unite us. But if you hesitate, others will use your power to destroy."

Torn between fear and duty, Peace looked to her grandmother. Lutecia nodded, though tears glistened in her eyes. "You must choose your path."

With the world on the brink of chaos, Peace Andrea Divan would embark on a journey that would test her courage, her morals, and her heart.

For she was not just the Supreme One; she was the last hope-and perhaps the final doom-of every creature born of the ten rays.