Only Rendell of the Prinordial Gods loitered in the living realm after the Great revelation. He fought against the demon race, protecting other races from their reign for millenniums.

Now, Rendell could not die from age—he was immortal. He grew up loving the world the other Gods had built, neglecting the bad facets, like sin which was prevalent among the races.

He only wanted peace. Peace and peace alone. He wasn't the God of Peace, but he surely worked harder than the former. Again, he had turmoiled for millennia, all to no avail. Peace never seemed to come. No matter how hard he tried.

He fought and fought—still no avail. He was immortal, of course. But he knew that one man could only achieve so much. After all, no body else wanted peace as much as he did. He felt alone in his feat for justice.

When he reached a certain age, he began to notice a harsh truth. As harsh as this truth was, he started to take it into account—believe it. Eventually, he had stopped fighting for justice and peace for a long, long time.

Races. The fantastical races were against the diabolical races, like the demons. The demons never had a place amongst the others in that they were deemed beings who wanted nothing but to see the world burn. A meaningless goal of theirs that others obviously rebelled against.

The fantastical crusaders fought the demons again and again. Wash, rinse, repeat. It went on for centuries. And Rendell was the middle of all of this time and time again. He was tired—tired of all the war. So he fled, in a desolated place, lonesome. Amidst solitude of a tiny cavern.

He slumbered for decades. That was until he had roused again, with a new method of assuring peace to the world. He saw magic as a tool used by many for only warlike purposes. It was the sole reason as to why the wars had always been that brutal.

Rendell wanted suppress all magic. But he misunderstood something. The fantastical races were practically magic. And when he got rid of magic, they had disappeared too.

Nonetheless, he had continued to be a scarification for world peace. He, as a Shaman, gave himself to the Government, and they used him to cast a spell that the whole world would suffer: The suppression of magic.

For the spell to linger, the Great Rendell had to be alive. And so, Rendell simply existed, incarcerated for all of eternity just to make sure his spell remained active.

In no time, Rendell became a god, worshipped by the mortals. But the mortals really never got to see him. The Government feared for his life, and so they imprisoned him to protect the spell that brought peace to their world.

The spell could only affect beings of the current generation, and so they had found other ways, such as injections at birth, to suppress newborns of their magic forever.

This continued up until this moment. Everyone was suppressed of magic … until today.

***

A day before Hel's attack on the main Bureau.

Karsia was at his home with his family. He sat at the dinner table with his son. His wife was at "work". He had no idea what job she had. But this was, after all, only his fault to blame. He spent so much time away from his family that he didn't know them, if not much, at all.

But there was one thing for certain: His thirteen year old daughter surely loved Magic. He had only been living with his two children for three months, and he already knew them. The youngest, who was in fact the thirteen year old, was Samantha. He could read her like a book.

She watched so many super heroes in action; so many cartoons and anime that he deemed absurdities were being televised. His daughter watched all of these shows. Until she herself wanted to have her own super powers.

Today, he watched her play with an action figure at the diner table while eating. He smiled softly at her, and she constantly veered caped action figure in the air as if to mimic a hero in flight. As much as he hated magic, he admired his daughter's passion for it.

Stacy, his older seventeen year old daughter, looked at him and rolled her eyes. Then, she looked at Samantha and said, "How many times do I have to tell you that you can't play with action figures at the table!" she scoffed.

Samantha quickly put down the toy, and grappled up her spoon, sulking. Karsia had long figured that Stacy had become a mother figure to her. After all, his wife was working all the time, and Stacy was the only one home with her.

Again, this was all his fault. Stacy wasn't at all fond at him. At the very least, she would pretend he didn't exist. She didn't dare show him respect, or hide her festering resentment for him. This too he chose to neglect, for again, it was his fault.

Samantha swallowed a mouthful of food. "Ow," she uttered.

"What's wrong, sweetly?" Karsia asked, concerned.

"It hurt when I swallowed just now," she said, now looking up at him.

He wore a smile. "That's because you need to properly chew your food, and then swallow. You also should avoid filling your mouth that much. You can always play with your toys later, dear."

He heard a scoff, escaping from Stacy's mouth. But he chose to neglect it. He had already grown accustomed to it since he's returned to the house three months ago.

Samantha frowned but still looked cute and beautiful on Karsia's part. "I wish I had magic," she said, "I'd be able to eat my food at the speed of lightning. I'd also be able to sleep at the speed of lighting." her words seemed to make her ponder in a reverie that imagined her wish was real.

Karsia laughed, "Sleep at the speed of lighting? Ha ha! That's the first time I've heard that one! Sleep is important, Samantha. You really hate bed at eight, don't you?"

"Because it's summer, Mr. Karsia!" she snapped.

They never ever called him "dad" or "father. Again, all his fault. He hated it, but couldn't do anything about it. He frowned, looking away from his daughter. He wished he could turn back time. And at that moment, he realized that he had a similar wish like Samantha. Upon taking this into account, he smiled.

"Hey, Mr. Karsia?" said Samantha, pulling his attention.

"Yes, dear?"

Her eyes shimmered. "Why is there no magic like in past?"

'That information is classified. But there is magic magic is simply only available for law enforcement officers and certain job classes' that was what he was about to tell her. But he chose not to.

He looked her right in the eyes and said, "That's because someone called 'Great Rendell' exist. I'm an official bureaucrat, but just to avoid all the jargon, I'm basically someone of high rank working for the government.

"As a person working for the government, I have all the information to give you, pumpkin. The truth."

She put down her spoon and perked up. "Oh please, Mr. Karsia, I'll do anything! Just please tell me the truth!"

A usual scoff from Stacy.

He smiled. "The Great Rendell is an immortal. He's been living for thousands of years as a warlock fighting for world peace. Later, Great Rendell casted a spell upon the world, putting a great end to all magic there is.

"Today, Great Rendell is behind kept within a magic dome. He's been there for centuries, protected by the government, the most powerful of them all. As long as Great Rendell is alive, the spell will always be alive.

"Unicorns won't have magic to fly, Dragonmen won't have magic to become dragons. But most importantly, magic won't cause wars ever again. And that's the most important thing."

He glimpsed at Stacy, and glimpsed away again. There was slight bit of alluding interest in her eyes that he was able to discern. When she was caught being enthusiastic, she looked away, blushing. Karsia's smile widened.

He looked at Samantha again. She was frowning. "What's wrong, Samantha?"

"I won't be able to use magic," she said, pouting.

"Look, pumpkin, it's okay. I'll make sure you become someone like a cop, who gets granted magic by the government. There's a high possibility you won't have magic to be awakened. But I'm a bureaucrat, and as such, I can pull some strings for you. The rest is up to you now. Do good in your studies, and you'll be flying, and shooting lasers at bad guys in no time. Wouldn't you like—"

Suddenly Samanatha ran up to him and embraced him lovingly. His eyes widened, his heart throbbed. He was speechless. Samantha's eyes closed, and she said, "Thank you, daddy. I promise I'll start studying today! I can always play with my toys later, right?"

He smiled. "Right."

She called him … "daddy".