I Became A Zompirewolf

"Wait... humans? Are you sure about it?"

[I have lived longer than your forefathers, so yeah, I am pretty sure about it. Now stop with your non-sensical comments and listen to what I have to say.]

At the moment, Ashton did not know, but Astaroth was about to reveal the deepest secrets of their galaxy to him. Secrets that were mainly centred around earth and its inhabitants. Secrets that could ruin the Xyrans and the species allied with them.

It all began millions of years ago. When Xyrans were nothing more than insects in the grand scheme of things. In a similar position to the humans and mutants were now. At that time, there existed another species of aliens. Aliens that held godly stature over any other species... these were known as the Precursors or as Xyrans called them, the Ancient Humans.

Just like most of humanity and mutants were unaware of Xyrans and referred to them as gods right now, back then, the Xyrans were no different from them. To them, the Precursors were true gods.

Beings capable of creating entire civilizations in the blink of an eye and destroying them just as easily. Something even the Xyrans had failed to do.

Their power was on a different level. A level that the Xyrans had failed to achieve even after over five hundred thousand years they had ruled over the galaxy. Even the 'Blessing' they had so proudly weaponised was something created by the Precursors and not by the Xyrans.

They could never understand how the Precursors were able to advance to such lengths when the Xyrans had done nothing but hit an obstacle after obstacle. Apart from that, there was something else the Xyrans had failed to do... make the galaxy peaceful.

The Precursors were just and fair rulers of the galaxy. A species that never looked down upon others had given all of them equal opportunities to thrive. However, the Xyrans and their greed was something the Precursors couldn't get rid of.

Since the Xyrans were one of the first civilisations to be created by the Precursors, as time passed, they began viewing themselves as the 'heir' to the galactic throne.

The precursors warned them time and time again but the Xyrans and their arrogance led them on a stray path. A path that would soon lead to a massacre on a galactic level.

[Back when the Precursors ruled over the galaxy, there was an absolute rule. No species was allowed to kill another species. Even the Precursors were no exception to this rule. They had the power to wipe out the entire galaxy if they wanted to, but they never did.]

'I can see where this is going... and I don't like it one bit.' Ashton hinted at the obvious outcome, and Astaroth's silence only confirmed his suspicions.

The Xyrans, blinded by their lust for power, felt betrayed when the Precursors decided to create a new race. A race that was closer to them and resembled their appearance. This race was going to be called the Human race.

If it was only that, the Xyrans would not have batted an eye. But what happened next, sparked a one-sided war. The Precursors announced they would coach and guide the human race, something they had only done for the Xyrans.

Although the Precursors never explicitly mentioned it, the Xyrans were suspicious that the Precursors wanted the humans to succeed the imaginary throne. This infuriated them into breaking the most sacred law of the galaxy... they killed the Precursors.

If the precursors wanted to, they could have annihilated the Xyrans. But the latter knew that the Precursors were never going to break their sacred laws and took advantage of it. They killed every Precursor they could get their hands on.

But the Precursors never retaliated back. Some of them wanted to, they had to punish their erratic 'children'. But most of them didn't want to do it and thus, whatever remained of their civilisation decided to flee the galaxy to seek refuge somewhere else.

No one knows what happened to them afterwards.

[Every species in the galaxy began to fear the Xyrans. With fear came admiration. Some admired the way the Xyrans had taken control of what was 'theirs'. While the rest obeyed them, in fear they would do kill them as well.]

Astaroth's voice began breaking apart as he recounted his crimes as well. Back then, he was one of the seven generals of the Xyranian army. Thus he had a lot of blood on his hands.

[But we didn't stop there. Our hatred for the Precursors was immense and we had the perfect candidates to take it out on... the humans left behind by the Precursors. We sent them over to Earth, which back then was known as the Black Planet.]

[Nothing was known about that planet, but it was habitable, even with the harsh environment. We hoped watching the humans suffer would diminish our hatred. But much to our dismay and surprise... the humans thrived on the planet.]

'Hold up, wait a minute... you're telling me, your kind wanted to fuck the humans over so bad, they sent them to some planet you had no idea about?'

[More or less.]

'And here I thought I could not hate anyone more than I hate the mistress.'

Ashton couldn't physically move, but if he could, he would have scoffed harder than ever.

[I know how you feel, but the Xyran council wasn't done yet. Humans developed faster than any species ever had before. Within a few thousand years, they were rivalling species that took hundreds of thousands of years to reach the level they were at.]

[So we struck them down before they grew too strong. Atlantis, Avalon and countless civilizations were destroyed by us. It might seem, that the appearance of mutants was a coincidence. But it wasn't. The only species we wanted to raise were brainless undeads. Thinking it would end the human threat once and for all... but we failed and you know the rest.]

At the moment Astaroth revealed all this information, Ashton could not help but imagine what kind of sick bastards the Xyrans were. The humans did not even know or remember anything about them and yet these bastards were trying to end them over and over again?

[I know its a lot-]

'I would appreciate it if you remained silent for a bit while I digest this information.'

Ashton's voice was cold and filled with fury. So much so, that even Astaroth thought it was wise to give his human counterpart some time to himself.