A/N: important note no one really knows the vampires are gone
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Morpheus didn't let his momentum dull, "You ask over and over why I hide information from you all, well this is my answer. Keep in mind that traitor is someone who has already finished the pact with a demon. There could be more in this room already corrupted but still human, just waiting to finalize their deals and lose their bodies from ignorance." the artifact pulsed and once again Morpheus strode across the floor and up some of the stairs before stopping at the tenth row
An Egyptian delegate stood hastily but before he could make a move a curved blade swept and lopped off its already shifting head that now fell frozen half demon and half human.
As the body fell the one who slew him was revealed, the Egyptian minister, "And this device can only reveal those whose bodies are already lost?" he asked before calmly taking his seat paying no attention to the corpse on the floor
Morpheus nodded before heading back down to the center, "How, can I possibly divulge everything when the very enemy we seek to destroy hides amongst us? How can I trust humanity when there are those who wish to destroy it from within."
"How many of those can you make?" Tenzin asked while gesturing to the sensor in Morpheus's palm
Morpheus didn't respond immediately his eyes scanning the room, "As many as we need." he lied with a humble grin
"I see; I propose we make enough to have them posted at the entrance of every ministry, consulate, anchor point, etc," Tenzin said and immediately the representatives agreed
An American witch stood, "Would it be possible to get the blueprints to this device? My family can provide artificers and materials."
Morpheus contemplated her request, "It could be possible, we will need to make sure everyone involved is clean and the location secret to prevent any troublesome matters."
Of course, it wasn't as easy as they probably thought. Morpheus and Nicolas slaved to create one functioning sensor creating more would be easier now that they knew the correct method. It would still take a while to teach others and create a process of mass production.
But the spies in the room didn't need to know that.
"Before we continue let us take a thirty-minute recess to reflect on what we just learned," Tenzin announced before standing and disappearing into the room behind him
***
Morpheus met Tenzin in his office, "How much of what you said was true?" Tenzin asked as he studied the sensor
Morpheus shrugged, "Most of it besides the fact that they can be mass-produced."
Tenzin cringed, "That was the most important part!"
A laugh peeled from the pale wizard, "I can create enough for the Anchors and the Icw entrance. Not only is it time-consuming to create, at least one of the wizards in the creation process needs to be intimately familiar with the feeling of demonic, angelic, and godly magic. Which is only a handful of people in the world including me."
Tenzin let out a heavy sigh, "I see, so you are banking on the fact that the spies they have in the summit wont realize that and report back you have artifacts that can sense them and they will be mass-produced. Possibly even create fake ones that look like the real deal?"
"Correct," Morpheus replied with a small nod
"I see, I was originally going to discuss matters of defense here but, I don't know if it is wise now." the wizard pinched his brow in frustration
Morpheus shook his head in denial while standing, "Wrong, don't overthink it Tenzin. You must assume they know most of our defense strategies by now."
"I don't see a path to victory Morpheus, they have far more troops than us. We are outnumbered and outpowered."
Morpheus smiled broadly, "Well then we just need some allies."
Tenzin caught on instantly, "Interesting, so that was your plan. I was wondering what the point was of introducing the law in Britain if the others didn't follow."
"Well now let's make them follow."
***
The summit chamber hummed with a low, uneasy energy as the delegates returned to their seats. The thirty-minute recess had done little to ease the tension in the air. Whispers swirled through the rows of representatives, their glances furtive, eyes heavy with suspicion.
No one knew who might still be hiding a pact. No one knew who could be trusted.
Cloaks rustled as witches and wizards settled back in, but even that simple sound carried a certain apprehension now. Some glanced twice at their neighbors. Others fidgeted with their wands beneath the table, gripping them as though comforted by the familiar weight. The corpse from earlier had been quietly removed, but its absence was louder than its presence.
Tenzin returned to his seat at the head of the room and rose slowly, scanning the gathering with a sharp and steady gaze. His voice, when it came, was calm but heavy with gravity.
"Let us begin again," he said, hands resting lightly on the table. "The events we just witnessed have made one thing clear — we are not only at war with forces beyond the veil, but we are also fractured from within. The enemy knows our divisions, our doubts, our weaknesses."
He paused, letting that truth settle over the chamber like a blanket of lead.
"They outnumber us," he continued. "They outpower us. Their gods walk in shadows, and our own unity crumbles at the whisper of suspicion. We need allies. Real ones. Not just wands and warriors, but a united front of every being who calls this world home."
There were murmurs — some in agreement, some doubtful.
"Recently," Tenzin said, eyes glinting, "an interesting law has been passed in Britain. A bold law. I would like to ask Albus Dumbledore, their esteemed representative, to step forward and explain it in his own words."
Albus rose from his seat, serene in his familiar plum robes, his long beard tucked neatly into his belt. As he stepped into the center of the room, there was a quiet hush — one born of both respect and curiosity.
"Thank you, Tenzin," Albus began, hands gently clasped before him. "The law in question, passed only days ago, grants full citizenship and legal rights to all non-human magical beings residing in Britain. That includes goblins, centaurs, merfolk, veela, vampires, and others too long excluded."
He looked around the chamber, his eyes soft but sharp beneath the crescent-moon spectacles.
"They are no longer classified as 'beasts' or 'creatures.' They are magical citizens, entitled to protection, autonomy, and the right to defend their home — our shared home — in this time of war."
There were gasps. A few raised brows. A few startled sneers.
"I will not pretend it passed easily," Albus added, voice steady. "There was resistance. There was fear. But in the end, our nation chose unity over division. And already, we are seeing the results — the goblin clans are reforging enchanted weaponry long thought lost, the centaur herds have sent their scouts to our frontlines, and the merfolk are watching the harbors for signs of demonic incursions beneath the waves."
He paused, letting the weight of it land.
"We did not change our laws because it was convenient. We changed them because it was necessary."
Tenzin rose again beside him, voice rising in strength.
"I now propose this law be extended. Not just to Britain. Not just to Europe. But to the entire magical world. Let every nation recognize the sentience and sovereignty of our magical brethren. Let them stand with us, fight with us — not as weapons, but as equals."
The room exploded in debate. Delegates stood to speak, some supportive, others outraged. But amidst the chaos, the momentum was undeniable.
What had seemed impossible hours ago now shimmered at the edge of reality?
a delegate rose from the eastern wing of the chamber. He wore deep crimson robes lined with golden thread — the symbol of the Northern Confederation of Magical Asia. His voice was sharp, his words precise.
"This law is dangerous," he declared, his hands folded tightly behind his back. "You speak of unity, but I see chaos. To offer full citizenship to creatures whose allegiances lie beyond our understanding is not progress. It is madness. Our traditions have protected us for centuries. We do not grant sacred rights lightly — nor do we hand our fate to beings who do not bleed as we do."
The room stiffened, some nodding subtly in agreement. A few murmured quietly.
From the opposite end of the chamber, another delegate stood — a woman from a small Scandinavian enclave. She crossed her arms, her brow furrowed.
"I agree with the delegate from the East. How can we guarantee loyalty? Goblins have rebelled before. Centaurs follow the stars, not laws. And vampires—" she shook her head, "—vampires are predators by nature. We are inviting instability into our governments, into our armies. This is not about equality, it's about desperation."
A wave of discomfort rippled through the assembly. The tide of victory, only moments ago, now began to waver.
Then a voice boomed from the lower rows not soft, not polished, not from a diplomat.
The commander who had spoken earlier in the day, the canyon survivor rose to his feet. His uniform still bore traces of ash and battle-spells. His face was lined with exhaustion, and his voice was raw.
"With all due respect," he thundered, "you are not the ones dying."
The entire chamber fell silent.
"You sit in your Manors, behind your enchanted walls, debating what is proper while we fight monsters in the mud with broken spells and thinning ranks. We barely held the canyon barely. We could've used golems, could've used giants, could've used merfolk guarding the lower tunnels. But no. We had rules. We had restrictions. We fought with one arm tied behind our backs because the lords of the world were too proud to bend."
He took a step forward, fists clenched.
"We are running out of time. I don't care what they are if they can fight, if they can bleed for us, stand beside us, then I want them in the trenches. You call them beasts. I call them brothers if they're willing to hold the line."
The silence that followed was longer than the one before. Thicker.
Some delegates looked down at their hands. Others studied the soldier's face the lines of pain and resolve etched into his features.
And slowly, the room began to shift.
Not all at once. Not with cheers. But with weight a heavy acknowledgment of the truth behind the uniformed man's words.
The vote was cast.
Tenzin stood with a wide smile, "I am proud to announce the law has passed."