Once upon a time, in a subcontinent of our realm, a grand drama was about to unfold. The land was populated by the Red Bloods, who were magical negroes; before the arrival of the Blue Bloods, who were white devils, the Red Bloods were like gay monkeys in the jungle living the oogity boogity life.
They gleefully ran around half naked, did their human sacrifice rituals to their forest gods, and fucked eachother nonstop as the mosquitoes took most of their children down to the pit of death. Yet despite the death and ignorance, these magical negroes had it all figured out, see, they didn't even eat meat and they lived a life by the most cliche feel good terms imaginable, in harmony with one another and with nature. The Mandingoes and the Hottentot Venuses would do their dances, sing their songs, and let the tigers eat them lest they not climb up the trees like Tarzan fast enough. The Red Bloods were like the Na'vi from Avatar, and the subcontinent was like Pandora.
It was like voodoo hootenanny in the jungle, until the white devils showed up on their chariots from the steppes beyond the towering mountains.
The Blue Bloods were very different from the Red Bloods. While they were a vulgarized offshoot of their teched out monistic ancestors before the Great Flood, they still saw themselves as being beyond nature, or particularly divine beyond the other animals, who they rode, ate, killed, and saw as little more than decorations. Their women were draped in fine textiles, showing little to no skin, and their men were warriors and priests. To them, the world was the painting of the divine, the divine was within them, while their bodies and perspectives were elements of the painting with the capacity to support sense and imagination through their bodies, enabling the divine to view his painting an an all-seeing way, the product of the imagination of the divine brought to life and sensed. Wherever they went, the white devils would conquer and subjugate any and all magical negroes they came across, and even breed them as if they were cattle, to be used as laboreres in making their will into reality, as well as custodians of the land, enabling all of mankind to enjoy all the fruits of the realm. The white devils would enthrall the magical negroes, having them do what they wish, and in return, they would take care of the magical negroes, keep them safe, and in their eyes, lead them to greatness.
Upon the conquest of the subcontinent by the white devils, where the Red Bloods became farmers, weavers, masons, and bakers, and the Blue Bloods became philosophers, kings, and servants of the people, a great civilization was born, however, would it stand the test of time, or would the blood of the ruling castes be tainted into degeneracy through miscegenation, creating a degenerate maelstrom of idiocracy?