They hated hellkin and others like them, and made it very clear, very publicly. Then the time came they were very sick, almost all healers had given up hope. It was a hellkin who saved their life. Sitting with them, talked with them, caring for them. It was then that the hatred learned at the knee of their parental, began to disappear beneath the weight of understanding. -- Anon Guest
There's many places like it. City-states, nations, minor polities all who made Unwelcome People illegal within their borders. The Unwelcome know to stay away, leaving warnings to others of their ilk before anyone could get within bowshot of any such place.
...usually.
Lord Harrow had long believed that the only good Hellkin was one in chains, if it wasn't already dead. They were, he often stated, a blemish on the face of the world that was best eradicated. Until a heinous affliction began to sap his health, his abilities, and threatened to drain his life.
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