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Within a secret and dark hideout, a group of demons gathered surrounding a large, round table. They covered their faces with masks and their bodies with long and black robes, each one seemed not willing to show their faces, even though they knew one another quite well.
They were a large group of resentful people, they were filled with hatred and frustration, and an undying desire for revenge. After having suffered so much against the tyranny of the humans who had not only never stopped treating them terrible after the war, but also have begun to enslave them and treat them like items, they were tired.
It was enough…
For them, who have hidden in the shadows, for those who have smiled pretending to be happy in a place that was unwelcoming of their kin. In a world where their children were enslaved and raped, a world where they were tortured and humiliated… how could they possibly feel happiness and fulfillment? How could they possibly life freely and peacefully?
