“This is going to be risky. We’re relying on Jaxon and Hal’s small amount of Fae blood to keep us safe. I thought these creatures fought among themselves. Wouldn’t they attack an unknown Fae in their midst?” Ian looked among the small group searching for something he wasn’t sure of.
“Hunts are an odd thing. There are hundreds of Fae within them. It’s not unusual for the Fae not to know each other because of their number and they have levels of status. I doubt they’d talk to them because they’ll believe they’re of a different rank. The worst thing that can happen is they’re called upon to give orders or they’re given orders to do something. I mean, we don’t know what type of Fae contributed their DNA to their bloodline.” Desire struggled to find the words to explain what they knew as common knowledge to the supernatural community.
“Are you saying the type of Fae denotes status level?” Hal attempted to grasp the information for himself. Understanding the enemy was half the battle.
“I’m not kidding when I say they are extremely bigoted. You will never see a bogan at a status level about an elf of any kind. Pixies are only annoyances and are kept at pets to pick on and torture for amusement. Bogarts are kept like animals and are used as such. We’re creatures were treated as animalistic weapons. Disposable armies.” Desire continued explaining with difficulty. Many supernatural creatures felt the bite of how disposable they were in their creation.
“What about vampires what were they created for?” Jaxon could feel the feelings of everyone within the room and it affected him in a similar way.
“Vampires were created to be jailers and torturers. Prue and simple.”
“Mages? Druids? Dragons?”
“Dragons were the nukes of the armies or hunts. You know how the nuclear arms race went here. Mages were humans that naturally could use magic. They’re a threat to Fae and the Fae tried to control them. Druids? They handle spirit and nature in a way that’s similar but out of reach of the Fae. Again, they are a threat to the Fae. The Fae at first tried to friend them, but soon enough that ended and the Fae tried to irradicate them.”
“How have they not experienced a revolt yet from all these creatures?”
“Because the nasty creatures at the top of the Fae food chain are the personification of nobility and the magic itself bends to their will. Like a hot knife encountering butter. They manipulate the magic itself as easily as breathing. It’s believed that they don’t know any better, it’s second nature to them.” Desire’s serious face watched the human men around her. Assessing how they responded to this information.
“This isn’t helping me feel more confident about this mission.” Ian’s raised his hands and dropped them to his sides in exasperated defeat.
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