In the depths of a secret lab, oozing with mystical energies and magical powers both of the physical and spiritual world, a dark experiment was coming to completion. Long ago, the new reaper rose to replace the old, a child made king, and brokered peace with the faction his father sought to destroy. The witches, bearers of magic and bringers of chaos, agreed to this coexistence with the King of Order on the condition that he cease hunting them to forge his great weapons, the Death scythes.

With this peace, the world of order and chaos came to a relative balance. On occasion, a monster or witch or mortal soul would upset the balance, and both Witch and Reaper agent would March to stamp it out for both sides feared a return to the age of Old Death. Yet this balance was not equal. The witches still held fear for the Child reaper, now a grown man, as well as his friends and allies. A warrior god brimming with power, an unparalleled Meister of soul energy, the reapers personal demon weapons, and the countless agents and students under his tutelage. Meanwhile the witches linger, suppressing those that threaten the peace and thus stifling their ability to garner power. Many witches even choose to join the side of New Death, either due to fearing to be his enemy or genuinely believing in his goals.

The witch that stood with the lab feared that eventually, this inequality of power would see all of witch kind consumed by their once enemy. Either through war or assimilation, All which the witch knew and had learned about what a witch was and why they existed would be snuffed out. Millenia of tradition and culture, left to wither to dust out of convenience and fear, all to the whim of that which held the Madness of Order.

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