In the dark corner, hiding in the corner of one's vision, lies the darkest of beings. Humans called those beings supernaturals. Yes, they're creatures that transcend normal common logic. Powerful beyond recognition, these creatures were mostly humanoids. No...some even originated from normal humans. People had known them since the beginning of time, but their presence was accounted only as myths, fictions told to children to make them behave.
Vampires. Werewolves. Two of the most popular creatures in the pop culture. Aside from them, faeries, mermaids, werebeasts. Something more canonical: angels, demons...all of them could be boiled down into one category:
It's unfair to call them evil; just like humans, some of them were white, some were black. There's no such convenience in this world. Something wasn't evil just for the sake of being evil. Even for those unbound by natural law, common sense still applied. They loved like human; they hated like human; they eat; they hunger for power; within their own ranks they struggled to be the one standing on the top. What differs them from humans, now?
Nothing. Which made them even more terrifying. And just like humans preyed on creatures weaker than them, those beings, too, preyed upon humans. Vampires drank human blood. In the process, those bitten turned into one themselves. Werewolves ate human meat. Those surviving their attack would turned into one themselves. Of course, those were the old times. Supernatural beings nowadays blended into society, obscured by the darkness of the night. They preyed in silence, only striking when necessary, yet little by little cemented their dominance upon human beings.
Such situation had persisted for ages. And ages. And ages. Of little numbers of human who knew their existence, the bravest created the Order. Their purpose was to exterminate these wretched beings once and for all. For as long as history goes, their effort gave minimal effects. However, things started to change.
The Vampire Covenant and the Werewolf Clan began to fight for supremacy, dragging the other supernatural beings into their war. Some pledged their loyalty to one side, while others remained neutral. Regardless, this situation brought chaos into their society. At the same time, more and more people grew aware of these beings' existence and joined the Order's cause.
The time of war had started, and one man led in the forefront. He's the one and only, the legendary hunter said to have brought the demise of the strongest Vampire Covenant in the far north. Yes, the one and only...
"We're ready to go, awaiting your command," one of his member remarked before leaving his room. The man smiled at the young's seriousness. He himself didn't put his position atop a pedestal; in a fight, they're still the same. Human beings.
He stood up and started his journey into the night once more. The moon was nigh; the hunt had begun.
Alexander Raphael Van Helsing strode forward into the silent city.