Blood and Feathers

Once upon a time, there lived the humans, and the angels that helped them. Angels were more of a story or myth to the humans, for although they aided them on an almost daily basis, no human ever saw one. The angels were a slightly more advanced and civilized race, but they were peaceful and kind. They were especially kind to the humans, thinking that the race had much to offer despite their silly inability to fly.

And so everything was as it was meant to be

For a time at least

Once upon a day, there was a man, a good and hardworking man, with morals. He was walking along a garden path, on his way to town, when he spotted a bush of roses. They were average roses, all of them red, except for one. Towards the bottom he picked a flower that was very odd indeed, this flower was blue. It looked like a rose, but that was impossible, how could it be a rose? Roses weren’t blue, yellow or white maybe, but never blue. The man kept this rose and went into town, going about his business and eventually returning home to his wife.

The next morning he found the rose missing, he franticly searched for it, suddenly feeling the absolute need to hold it. His wife came in the bedroom; the rose was in her hair. She smiled at him and wished him a good morning. The man snarled and ripped the flower from her hair, not caring about the woman who dared take his rose. The man had become entrapped in its power, and the rose was by all means powerful. He wanted no one to be able to take the pretty rose from him. The rose granted him the power he wished to posses, but it had a price. The rose always has a price….

The man now self proclaimed as Lord, had power that humans had never seen the likes of before, he could lift a horse with his finger and cross a room in less time than it takes one to blink. Even his looks and senses changed, he was all but beautiful to everyone’s eye, and he could hear and see farther than anyone. The price he paid was not one he regretted in the least, he needed blood to sustain himself, and he took it without mercy, making others just like him as he took every drop they had. The rose was capable of far more than change, it was also able to destroy, and he used that ability to concur land. The Angel King, Samuel, would not interfere; it was not in the angel’s nature to be violent or to interfere in human affairs.

His inaction cost him greatly. Eventually the human race was gone, and replacing it was a race that called themselves demons. These demons eventually stumbled on angel territory, and attacked, wanting the lush land and gardens of the angels. King Samuel gathered his forces to fight, even if Angel’s were not a violent bunch, they still practiced combat for exercise and contest purposes. When rallied, they made quite the force to be reckoned with, but so were the demons. Both sides lost many, the ground was muddy with blood, blood that the demons now fed on.

King Samuel devised a plan, he sent his four sons to get the blue rose, seeing as how the rose was the main source of the demon’s power. Only two sons made it back, the youngest and eldest. Their mission was a success, and the Vampire Lord called for a treaty.

The treaty is to be sealed with the marriage of the children of both Lord Lucian and King Samuel. But Lord Lucian may not be willing to give up, his trickery knows no bounds. King Samuel and his angels may be willing to accept the demons, but the ones being forced to marry the demon royals aren't. On top of that, a sect of angry angel soldiers have gathered and formed a terrorist group.

All hell just may break loose.