Monaris

"...So the humans of the western continent of Additur, championing their White Devil, had failed to proselytize the pagan giants of the northern continent of Vetus. Refusing to take a wave of the hand, they attempted forceful conversion and were met with forces from the eastern lands of Orientam. The banner carried by those opposing forces, bearing the Black Angel upon its crest, sought the same goal as the Additurians and was met with the same disregard. But as Vetus shut its borders closed, war erupted between the human realms, with the vampiric rulers of the Bloodlands reveling in profit as they sent their mercenaries to fight under either paying banner.   It was not until an entire century into that war that soaked the world red that the first of our kind was born. With inhuman traits deemed impossible - hair as dark as midnight and eyes as deep as oceans - the zealots banished the child to the wilderness. You know well that he was not the last - children across the world began spawning, their births heralding the doom of their mothers as the black-haired children were brought to Monaris. Fear followed them, trepidation in the parents' eyes as they looked upon these beings that ended their wives and daughters just by being allowed to be born. For the first time in a century, knowledge left the borders of Vetus in the form of a word. A word that they used to describe the children, who had even begun being born in their own lands, who sported those same unholy traits.   They called us 'Emata,' the 'wretched children,' and it was not until our psychokinesis awakened during puberty that those who cast us to the wayside realized: their fears were justified."