In the days of the past, the humans ruled over all races.

All supernatural beings were forced to Conform to Society's rules and opinions. There was no question, For there were so many humans, and so few Supernaturals, you either fit in, or died trying. The humans had always been suspicious you see, and would kill anyone they suspected was a threat. Sometimes even one of their own. Most Vampires and Werewolves went into hiding, only the bravest staying behind.

The Werewolves Dwelled within the Forests, and The Vampires in the mountains. However, as the days passed, and supernaturals became scarcer and scarcer in their world, humans started to dismiss the idea of anything but their own kind walking among them. 'Science' they would say, 'disproves all thought of them ever existing. It's logically impossible.' Without the belief of the Existance of 'monsters' They became less and less attentive, and little by little as time passed, The Supernaturals bred, their numbers increasing, a healthy population forming. All was relatively peaceful, as the creatures were content (Mind you, a bit bitter) where they were.

However, That ended when the Humans suddenly died out. A disease spread, flickering across the globe within weeks. And in just a month, the humans had disappeared. They had been wiped off the map.

Scouts were sent out to see what had happened, the Supernaturals sensing the abnormal quiet, and peace, and returned with the news. 'The humans are gone. Completely. They population has been demonlished'

That's when all hell broke loose.

Vampires,

Werewolves,

Two Dominions Rose, mighty and ready to claim the land they once roamed.

However...

Only one race Can rule.