𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬

We used to call it “The Breaking.” Older folks still do, voices going quiet when they say it, like the word itself might listen.

Before that night, the world made sense. Or at least a lot of us pretended it did. The news was just politics, crime, and the weather. Not…whatever this is now. Not creatures stepping out of alley shadows like they’d always been there. Well I guess many believe they always had. Fifty years ago, the sky split open over what is now San Andreas. People say it burned. The air itself screamed and engulfed everything. Buildings folded like paper and things clawed at reality itself. Most of us only know it through archived footage and stories passed down in schools and family. Sometimes you might see something in the news…but all we know is someone did it…And the one human who stood against it.

They never agree on her name. Some say that was intentional. Others say it was lost in the chaos. But every version agrees on this, she stood against something no human should’ve been able to face…and won. And at such a deadly cost.

When the dust settled, the lie was gone. There was no more veil, no more pretending.

If you grew up in Los Santos, you tend to not question it. Learning early on to avoid the streets at night. Which neighborhoods may belong to which gangs. Sometimes which people aren’t actually “people.”

“Humans” tend to stay in the inner city. Businesses, law enforcement, schools. It all looks normal, but it's a thin kind of normal. The kind built on agreements no one fully trusts. There are laws now. Registrations. “Integration policies.” Some supernatural's follow, some don't. And others smile while doing neither.

I heard if you head up north though, the illusion tends to drop. Some live more freely. You’ll see things and try to stop and explain. Packs moving through thin lit forests, even strange lights and figures dancing through them. People who never seem to age, they don't blink enough, don't feel human enough… It ain't always hostile. Sometimes it just seems like others. Beautiful even…But never safe.

Human thoughts can never be united on what all this means. Some people think we got lucky. If that woman hadn’t stopped that demon, if the stories are true, we wouldn't even be here. That we should push for coexistence, for treaties, for learning instead of fear.

Others though, they don't buy the peace. They see predators wearing civility like a coat. They talk about extinction, about taking the world back. You’ll hear that kind of talk more often than you’d think. Though most of us fall somewhere in between. We go to work. We go home. We try not to get involved. Because getting involved means choosing a side. And sometimes choosing a side tends to get you killed.

Here is the thing people don't say out loud. It doesn't feel like it's over. The war might’ve ended twenty-five ago, but the tension never did. You can feel it in the way conversations stop when certain names come up. How quickly things escalate when something goes wrong. In how every group, human or other, is just a little too ready for things to fall apart. And then there are the rumors. Whispers about old powers stirring. About followers of that demon who never stopped believing. Most people dismissed it, but people also dismissed the veil too…

There’s a saying that gets passed around, “Pride broke the world once. It’s just waiting for another chance.” And no one knows if that's true. But in a city built on supposed bones of a war, you learn not to ignore stories like that.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞

 Twenty-five years ago, the world was quieter. Not because danger did not exist, but because most people never saw it. Behind the ordinary streets and glowing city lights lived an entire hidden world. One that moved through shadows and whispers, protected by an ancient magical barrier known simply as “The Veil.”

The Veil kept humanity unaware of the supernatural, and beneath it, countless beings lived their lives in secrecy.

Angels walked unseen among mortals, quietly protecting the balance of the world. Demons tempted and manipulated from the dark corners of human ambition. The Fae guarded ancient groves and forgotten forests. Goblins built their clever societies beneath bridges and abandoned places. Vampires ruled the night with patience and careful restraint.

Witches and Mages practiced magic passed down through generations. Werewolves and Werebears protected their packs in the wild lands beyond the cities. Kitsune wandered between the worlds of spirit and mortal life with playful wisdom. Even the tricksters, the Nogitsune, moved silently through human conflict, feeding on chaos but rarely revealing themselves.

And through it all, humanity lived their lives unaware that they shared the world with so many others. For centuries, this fragile balance held. Until one being decided it should end.

Among the demons there arose a ruler unlike any before him. An Archdemon of Pride. Where other demons thrived in corruption and subtle influence, he believed secrecy was weakness. He looked upon the hidden world and saw something shameful, creatures of immense power hiding from fragile mortals. In his mind, the truth was obvious. We were meant to rule. Demons should not whisper from the shadows. They should stand openly above humanity and claim the world as their rightful domain. So, he began to gather followers. Many demons answered his call eagerly, drawn by promises of conquest and power. Other supernaturals joined him out of fear, while others out of ambition. Even some humans, desperate for power or vengeance, pledged themselves to his rushing empire. But not everyone agreed.

Many beings had lived beside humanity for centuries. Some had grown to respect them. Others simply understood that open war would bring destruction to everyone… Angels, who watched carefully over the balance of existence saw the danger immediately. The Fae refused to allow the natural order to collapse. Vampire houses feared the chas such a war would bring. Witches and Mages knew that the scale of magic required for such a conflict could tear reality itself apart. The Weres, loyal to their packs and territories, refused to bow to a tyrant. Kitsune and Nogitsunes alike opposed the Archdemon’s arrogance. Even some demons refused him, believing Pride’s plan would doom them all. This split the supernatural world in two. Those who wanted domination, and those who wanted peace.

The war that followed nearly destroyed everything. Cities became battlegrounds. Magic clashed with infernal power. Entire clans were wiped out. The veil itself began to strain under the pressure of so many powerful beings fighting openly. Seeing the balance collapse, the Angels did something they had not done in centuries. They called for aid. Not from Heaven alone, but from the world below. Because they knew something the Archdemon did not. The fate of the world would not be decided by Angels or Demons.

It would be decided by a human.

She was not special. She had no divine blood nor supernatural lineage. But she had something far stronger than magic. She had courage. Guided by allies from every race that opposed the Archdemon, she fought through the chaos of the war. Through burning streets and collapsing towers. Through armies of corrupted monsters and infernal beasts. Each battle pushed her closer to the source of the destruction. The final confrontation came in the heart of the city.

The battle between them was unlike anything the world had ever seen. The Archdemon’s power twisted the sky itself, Infernal flames cracked the streets and shattered buildings. Reality bent beneath his Pride, and contorted from his Wrath. But the woman warrior did not stop. Step by step, wound by wound, she pushed forward. Until at last she stood before him. Sword to claws, the sound of unstoppable objects smacking one another. His Pride being his downfall, her blade fatally striking him. Piercing the Archdemon in his heart, his own claws piercing her abdomen. But of course such power could not die quietly. In his final moment, the Archdemon unleashed everything he had left. The explosion of infernal power tore through the city. Buildings collapsed, magic surged wildly. The veil that had hidden the supernatural world for centuries shattered completely.

And when the dust settled…

He was gone and so was the warrior who had defeated him with a smile on her face. Both nothing at that moment.

The world would never be the same. Without the veil the supernatural could no longer hide. Humans learned the truth. Monsters were real. Magic was real. Angels and Demons walked the same earth as them. The destroyed city where the final battle took place was eventually rebuilt. A place born from war, sacrifice, and the breaking of an ancient secret.

Present Day

 Now, twenty-five years later, Los Santos remains a state divided. In the south of San Andreas, humans still dominate the streets. Some supes live there too but many hide what they truly are, just trying to blend in with ordinary society. But the north tells a different story. There the Supernatural live free and openly. Werepacks roam freely. Fae courts reclaim wild territories. Vampires build new dynasties in the shadows. Witches try to build new bridges between all, and Mages practice without hiding. It is a land of freedom. But also danger. Because while the Archdemon is gone, the tensions he created never disappeared. Some still believe the supernatural should rule. Others believe humans cannot be trusted. While some humans and angels believe in supernatural extinction. And somewhere, deep in the shadows of myth’s, whispers remain about the veil. Because legends have a strange way of repeating themselves.

And Pride…Is a sin that never truly dies.