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     The fields were blood red from all the blood that they spilled and hordes more of vampires and werewolves were charging at each other. It seemed a sea of unending torment and suffering, as the dying vampires and werewolves were moaning in front of their own demise. While the Alpha males of the werewolf clans were fighting alongside their brethren, the vampire Elders full of arrogance sat on top of a hill watching their adepts being slaughtered by the werewolves.

     As the moon was shining upon the bodies of dead werewolves and the drained corpses of vampires, a strange silence descended upon the planes. It was the silence after a fight, a silence equal to death, it was the silence that accompanied Death wondering among the dead to take them to Hell or Heaven. Yes, not even the werewolves and vampires can escape Death, and nothing else but the torments of Hell would await the ones like them.

     There were no clear victors that night. The silver armors of vampires were scattered everywhere among the bodies of the human forms of werewolves that fought there.

     Everyone knows that a vampire is no match for a werewolf, that’s why for many centuries, werewolves were the slaves of vampires, by day watching over the coffins of their masters and by night prowling the forests and the villages of mortals, butchering everything in sight. No one knew of this superiority of werewolves over vampires, not even the werewolves themselves, only the vampires knew. Until one day a werewolf named Darius revolted against his master Alexander that the truth was revealed.

     That was the day that the war between werewolves and vampires began. The war lasted centuries and the number of werewolves grew and the number of vampires as well. It was chaos, it seemed endless, vampires and werewolves were turned only to serve as soldiers, no more honor, no more law, everything was hatred and despise for each other. Where ever a vampire and a werewolf would meet, you could be sure a battle to the utter end would follow. No casualty was to much, they would spare no one in their battle against each other.

Description
     The fields were blood red from all the blood that they spilled and hordes more of vampires and werewolves were charging at each other. It seemed a sea of unending torment and suffering, as the dying vampires and werewolves were moaning in front of their own demise. While the Alpha males of the werewolf clans were fighting alongside their brethren, the vampire Elders full of arrogance sat on top of a hill watching their adepts being slaughtered by the werewolves.

     As the moon was shining upon the bodies of dead werewolves and the drained corpses of vampires, a strange silence descended upon the planes. It was the silence after a fight, a silence equal to death, it was the silence that accompanied Death wondering among the dead to take them to Hell or Heaven. Yes, not even the werewolves and vampires can escape Death, and nothing else but the torments of Hell would await the ones like them.

     There were no clear victors that night. The silver armors of vampires were scattered everywhere among the bodies of the human forms of werewolves that fought there.

     Everyone knows that a vampire is no match for a werewolf, that’s why for many centuries, werewolves were the slaves of vampires, by day watching over the coffins of their masters and by night prowling the forests and the villages of mortals, butchering everything in sight. No one knew of this superiority of werewolves over vampires, not even the werewolves themselves, only the vampires knew. Until one day a werewolf named Darius revolted against his master Alexander that the truth was revealed.

     That was the day that the war between werewolves and vampires began. The war lasted centuries and the number of werewolves grew and the number of vampires as well. It was chaos, it seemed endless, vampires and werewolves were turned only to serve as soldiers, no more honor, no more law, everything was hatred and despise for each other. Where ever a vampire and a werewolf would meet, you could be sure a battle to the utter end would follow. No casualty was to much, they would spare no one in their battle against each other.