Conflict

Humans and Ghouls don't mix. That is the general idea of the world ever since they came to the surface. What's even worse was that some cultists prayed to them, committing murder in their name only to get killed themselves by their "god". Over 100 years of endless bloodshed, none of it ever seemed to stop. All surviving humans moved to a single supercontinent, managed by the only remaining governments. If you were left behind in the process, then it's only a matter of time before you were consumed. There never was a peace treaty nor will there ever be. Humans and Ghouls don't mix. 

The Commission of Counter Ghoul, an organization created for the sole purpose of exterminating ghouls. They find ghouls that act alone and kill them for their Kakuhou, a sac-like organ that forms the weapon used by the ghouls, a Kagune. Humans had finally found a way to fight back against them. 

However there existed another organization that goes against their rules, Goat. No one knows who created the faction but glimpses have been seen. They're a mysterious force that shouldn't be reckoned with and all who come across them either live to see another day or die on the spot. Goat welcomes everyone, but those who seek to do harm to others within the faction will be exiled or executed.

As the largest faction recognized across the world, this group stands as a singular force with a unique vision-one that is dedicated to fostering harmony and unity on a worldwide scale. Their mission is not only to expand their influence but to also bridge the gap between Humans and Ghouls to create lasting peace, setting them apart as a powerful entity with the determination to bring balance and understanding to all corners of the Earth. Through their efforts, they aspire to create a world where cooperation and mutual respect prevail, making them an unparalleled driving force for global harmony. 

Though with these morals and ethics comes other groups that don't see eye to eye with Goat. Those with hatred for each other and would rather see the other side hanging from trees. Almost 90% of the current factions that exist are always at war with one another. Goat is not an exception. Through dedication and hard work, Goat utilized its numbers to become stronger and train their members to become greater than ever before. However, that part of the story comes later. 

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Conflict arises within the continents. The stench of iron fills the air and trails of blood cover the streets. The wind howled through the empty streets, carrying with it the faint scent of decay.

A shadow moved across the fractured remnants of a skyscraper, the broken glass glittering like jagged teeth in the dim light of the moon. Below, in the bowels of the city, a faint sound echoed—footsteps, cautious and deliberate.

Damon adjusted his mask, its cracked surface tells the tales of his battles in the past. His breathing was steady despite the suffocating tension. The small device in his hand emitted a faint pulse, tracking the last known sighting of a wanted ghoul. Others had come before him, but failed in capturing it. The Commission had sent him alone this time. Due to his skills in the battlefield, it was better for them to send a single Investigator.

"Mission command, I've arrived at the location," he initiated communication back to home base, his voice muffled by the mask but has a calm demeanor. "One target, in and out."

The sound of shuffling debris caught his attention. Damon stood still, his hand instinctively tightening around the hilt of his quinque—a twin-blade forged from a harvested kakuhou, a rinkaku type, humming faintly with latent power. He scanned the darkened street, his eyes adjusting to the gloom.

Then he saw it.

The ghoul emerged from an torn building, its form lanky and bloodied. Black eyes and bright crimson pupils glowed with predatory hunger, its hand clutching onto its face as it advanced. Damon felt a familiar surge of adrenaline, but something was off. This ghoul wasn't attacking. It stood still, head tilted as if studying him.

"Commission lapdog," the ghoul hissed, its voice low and gravelly. "Always so eager to hunt us down, and sending only one Investigator for me... how tasteful."

Damon didn't respond. He'd learned long ago that ghouls sometimes tried to talk their way out of a fight, but hesitation was fatal. He lunged forward, his blade slicing through the air.

The ghoul moved faster than expected, sidestepping with unnatural grace. A bright red blob covered the ghouls arm and started forming what became the kagune. Its claws lashed out, sparks flying as they collided with the quinque. The clash echoed through the empty streets like a thunderclap. 

"You think you're the hunter," the ghoul snarled, circling him, "but you don't even understand what you're fighting for, do you?"

Damon gritted his teeth. "Save your breath. I'm here to kill you so let's get it over with."

The fight intensified, both combatants moving with deadly precision. But just as Damon pressed an advantage, a deafening roar erupted from the distance, shaking the ground beneath them. The ghoul paused, its expression shifting from hostility to something akin to fear.

"They're here..," it whispered with caution, its eyes darting toward the source of the noise.

Before Damon could question it, the ghoul turned and bolted, disappearing back into the building it came from. Damon hesitated, torn between pursuing his target and investigating the disturbance.

Another roar, closer this time, made the decision for him.

He sprinted toward the sound, weaving through the ruins with practiced agility. As he rounded a corner, he skidded to a halt, his eyes widening at the sight before him.

A massive figure loomed in the distance, standing on top of corpses of what seemed to be other ghouls. Its body covered in chitinous armor, glowing veins pulsing with an eerie light. Surrounding it were smaller ghouls, kneeling in reverence. Damon had heard whispers of such creatures. Ghouls that eat other ghouls to become stronger, a kakuja.

And they weren't alone. The kakuja looked up towards a building.

A group of figures stood at the edge, their features obscured by pitch black cloaks and faces covered with a mask. One of them stepped forward, their voice ringing out with authority.

"This ends here. No more sacrifices, no more bloodshed. We'll show you what true strength is."

The figure raised a hand, and the ghouls turned their attention toward the newcomers.

"Go."

The mysterious group jumped down from the ledge and dashed their way towards the Kakuja and its followers. Chaos consumed the city as they collided with the monstrous beings, their presence turning the streets into a warzone. The ground trembled underneath Damon's feet, each violent quake a reminder of the battle's ferocity. Deafening explosions shattered the eerie silence, their fiery blasts painting the ruins in flickering orange and red. The piercing shriek of steel grinding against claws and blades, with the roar of erupting flames bursting through.

Damon watched from the shadows, his mind and heart racing. He had been trained to fight ghouls, but this was something else entirely.

And for the first time in years, he felt what it was like to be in the frontlines of a war.