[ WP ] Your kind has been enslaved by humanity for hundreds of years . Today is the day you strike back .

I have watched for centuries. We used to exist only as dreams and hallucinations. Demons and Angels of their myths. I have seen it all.The fear as they realized our existence, their greed for our strength, their desire to bind us, their arrogance believing they could succeed. 
 
 If only it was n't for that aberration, the Gaurdian. That mutant child, born with our strength but possessing human cunning. He though them our weaknesses. How to bind us. Borrowing OUR Strength he stood as a god in front of them. He showed them how to rule over us, betraying our kind and condemning us to the human's will 
 
 The humans learned well from him. If one thing is certain, its their obsession with power. Entire generations were spent trying to tame us, to break us. I have watched the proud nobles of my race be treated as cattle. They call upon us to do menial tasks, abuse us, make us fight our own brethren in their stupid wars.We were gods once. Puny humans used to make sacrifices to satiate our hunger, appease our anger. The demons of their nightmares, the angels of their paradise. Now we are nothing more then a bonded mule. Well it all ends today. 
 
 The Gaurdian was the one to bind us. The half and half, a traitor to his own kind. But now a new Half-breed will take birth. My son. Born from a minor affair with a stupidly infatuated human - child who does not realize the gravity of her actions. He will grow under our care, far from the deplorable humans. We will train him. He will be strong. Far stronger than the weak Human rulers, even stronger than the old Gaurdian. 10,000 years of our servitude and they have barely scratched the suface of what is possible with our strength. 
 
 The contacts and limitation that bind us will mean nothing to my son. He will possess our strength, but none of our weaknesses. He will be our saviour. 
 
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 It is almost time. He has almost come into this world. I watch as my son enters the human world. Chaos taken form. The mother is already dead. No human could survive such a birth.I hold my son into my arms. With a face covered with his mother's blood, he looks straight at me. Eyes darker than the night sky. And a sould to match that darkness.I can almost taste the chaos about to unfurl. 
 
 Our time has finally come
