WHISPERS LURK IN THE SHADOWS
XXXAlongside humans, these spirits championed an era of peace and prosperity. They formed bonds with these humans, using them as a way to connect with the mortal realm, and in turn, the humans were granted special abilities used for the good of humanity. All was well.
XXXFor a time, at least.
XXXSome spirits grew restless, angry at how their population had so easily bended to the whims of the humans. "It isn't fair!" They would cry. "We are the reason they have lived so long! And yet we are forced to stoop to their level and serve them? Without us, they would be nothing!" They spoke of revolution, of taking back what was theirs, eliminating the humans.
XXX"Foolish," the spirits jeered in return, and turned away. It would pass, they decided. They would see that co-existing with the humans was good. After all, it had led them this far.
XXXI suppose it makes sense. After all, a human's nature is to heal. To nurture. To protect. But human nature is a volatile thing.
XXXSpirits are not allowed to touch things in the mortal realm. Spirits are also awfully crafty things. By tempting them with illusions of grandeur and wealth, some spirits were able to force control over a human. "We cannot touch them," they realized, "but they can."
XXXIt wasn't a revolution more than it was a massacre. Millions of humans slain by these spirits—demons—they were called. In turn, the spirits these humans were bonded with died along with them.
XXXIn the end, only eight remained. The most powerful. The Council, they were called. They knew what they had to do.
XXXThey sacrificed themselves to seal the demons away for good, and with that, only humans were left.
XXXTales were passed down from generation to generation, but now there is nothing left. No legends, no stories. Nothing. Not even a whisper.
XXXThe year is now 20XX, humans are thriving. They go to school, they work, have families, livelihoods. Everything is .. normal.
XXX...but that wouldn't be make for much of a story now, would it?