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Once, they reigned supreme over the Lunaris Kingdom: Nyara Goddess of Night,  Kail God of Night, and their daughter, Iyla, the Child of Night. But two centuries ago, the cruel hand of humanity struck them down, shattering their celestial reign. Betrayal led to their demise, their divine essence scattered across Earth. Now, reborn and unaware, they live mortal lives, their memories lost to the ages.

Nyara, a 24-year-old woman on Earth, bears a striking birthmark that mimics the night sky across her back and arms. This causes her to feel alienated from her family and the world, she always covers it up. A nagging sense of incompleteness haunts her, a void where a past life should be.

Kail, now 25, carries a strange birthmark from his chest down his arm, a faint echo of his godly past. He walks a lonely path, disconnected from those around him, feeling a profound sense of loss, as if something vital has been stolen from him.

In a secluded forest, a 5-year-old girl named Iyla was discovered as a baby in forest, abandoned and marked with radiant patterns from her shoulders to her arms. She resides in an orphanage, forever overlooked for adoption due to her unusual markings.

Veil Of Night

The portal shimmered and collapsed behind the human delegation as they stepped back onto Earth. The air felt thin and dull compared to the vibrant magic of Lunaris. A stunned silence hung in the air for a moment, broken only by the whirring of cameras and the hushed whispers of the soldiers.

"Did...did that really just happen?" a scientist muttered, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Gods and Goddesses," a general breathed, shaking his head. "I never thought I'd see the day."

The human leaders gathered, their minds racing. The meeting had been both exhilarating and unsettling. The sheer power of Kail and Nyara was undeniable, a force that could be a powerful ally or a devastating enemy.

"We need to proceed cautiously," the lead negotiator stated. "This alliance could be the greatest opportunity humanity has ever had. Imagine the knowledge, the technology... But we can't be naive. We need a clear plan."

Most of the delegation nodded in agreement. They spoke of trade agreements, scientific collaboration, and cultural exchange. They envisioned a future where humanity and Lunaris shared knowledge and prosperity.

However, in the shadows, a different conversation was brewing. A group of individuals, their eyes gleaming with avarice, huddled together.

"All that power... all that wealth," a shadowy figure whispered, his voice laced with greed. "We can't let this opportunity slip away. We need to secure it for ourselves."

"But the alliance..." someone protested weakly.

"The alliance is a smokescreen," the shadowy figure scoffed. "While the leaders are busy with their peaceful negotiations, we'll acquire what we need. Imagine what we could do with that magic, that technology. We could become unstoppable."

Their plan was audacious and dangerous: to infiltrate Lunaris, steal its secrets, and exploit its power for their own gain. They swore an oath of secrecy, warning each other not to breathe a word of their intentions to anyone, especially not to the delegation leaders.

Meanwhile, a separate faction within the group voiced their concerns, but their concerns were not about greed, but fear.

"Those Gods and Goddesses... they're too powerful," one of them argued, his voice trembling slightly. "They could wipe us out if they wanted to. We can't trust them. We need to find a way to neutralize them."

"Capture them?" another suggested, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing intensity. "We could study them, learn their secrets. They say they aren't human. We could run tests."

"That's insane!" someone exclaimed. "They're not some lab rats!"

"But think of the knowledge we could gain," the first speaker countered. "Imagine the medical advancements, the scientific breakthroughs... It would be worth the risk."

Yet, a smaller group, a minority, felt a flicker of hope.

"This alliance... it could be good for us," one of them said quietly. "Imagine what we could learn, what we could achieve together. We shouldn't be so quick to judge them."

"They welcomed us into their home," another added. "They offered us peace. We should reciprocate that."

As the delegation dispersed, these conflicting intentions simmered beneath the surface. The humans had been presented with a gift and a challenge, a chance for greatness and a path to destruction. The fate of both worlds hung in the balance, dependent on the choices they would make. The seeds of both cooperation and conflict had been sown, and only time would tell which would bear fruit.

Chapter 3: Shocking