The World of Eternal War
The world is divided into three realms.
1. Eden – The Mortal Realm
• The world of humans, unaware of the war raging beyond their understanding. It serves as neutral ground, where Angels and Demons are forbidden from open conflict.
2. Empyrean – The Celestial Realm
• A vast kingdom of golden spires, where Angels reside. Governed by the Celestial Order, they see themselves as the righteous rulers of existence, enforcing order and purity. To them, Demons are an abomination, and any corruption must be cleansed by fire.
3. Netharos – The Abyssal Realm
• A kingdom of eternal darkness, where Demons thrive on chaos and war. It is ruled by the Demon Lords, each commanding an army. They see Angels as tyrants, oppressing the natural order of strength and survival.
For over 10,000 years, these realms have been locked in an endless war, neither side willing to concede.
The Forbidden Sin: Hybrids
There is one unbreakable law—Angels and Demons must never mix.
Their very existence repels each other. Angels embody divine order, while Demons thrive in chaos. Their souls are incompatible, like fire and ice.
And yet, Hybrids exist.
But not naturally.
Demons create them through violence—using captured Angels to produce offspring, raised only as weapons. Hybrids are made, not born, their existence fueled by hatred and control.
Except for one.
One child was not conceived through war, but through love. A union that should not have been possible, yet it happened.
And now, that child is a hunted anomaly.
This is Rai's story.
The Blood of a Betrayer
A chilling wind swept through the dimly lit chamber, rustling the crimson curtains that framed the grand windows. The sky outside was painted with twilight hues—a fragile balance of light and dark—but within these walls, balance did not exist.
Here, in the heart of a Demon stronghold, a crime was about to be punished.
The scent of iron and burning incense filled Rai's nostrils as he clung to his mother's robes, his small fingers trembling against the fabric. He was only five years old, yet fear had already carved itself into his soul. His mother knelt before his father—a Demon Lord, his eyes burning with fury and betrayal.
"You dare lie to me, woman?" His voice was like gravel, low and filled with restrained wrath. "You let me believe this thing was mine?"
His mother—Lyria—held her son protectively, shielding him from the warriors surrounding them. Her once-beautiful face was marred with cuts, yet her eyes held no regret—only love.
"He is innocent," she whispered. "He never asked for this life."
Rai didn't understand what they were saying. He only knew that something was wrong. His father, the man who had once carried him on his shoulders, was looking at him like a beast eyeing prey.
Then he saw it.
His reflection.
A mirror, cracked but clear enough to show him what had changed.
His hands. No longer just human—they shimmered with faint, unnatural energy, swirling both golden light and black mist. His left eye, once normal, now burned with an otherworldly crimson hue, a mark of his Demon blood. His right eye—golden, shining with the unmistakable glow of an Angel.
Rai was neither Angel nor Demon.
He was both.
And that was the greatest sin of all.
"Kill him," his father commanded.
Lyria's eyes widened. "No—please, he's just a child!"
"Silence!" The back of his hand struck her cheek, sending her to the cold stone floor.
Rai screamed. The warriors in the room shifted, hesitant. Even among Demons, killing a child—especially one of noble blood—was not done lightly.
But the Demon Lord was not hesitant. His betrayal burned too deep. His fury was absolute.
He raised his sword.
A flash of silver.
A cry of agony.
Blood splattered across the stone floor.
Not Rai's blood.
His mother's.
She had shielded him with her own body. The blade impaled her through the chest, her white gown blooming into red.
Rai's mind shattered. His world collapsed in an instant.
"No," he whispered. "No, no, no—"
His mother fell, her trembling fingers reaching for him. The silver chain around her neck snapped, sending a small, black pendant clattering to the floor.
Rai saw it. He grabbed it instinctively. The moment his fingers curled around it, a pulse of energy surged through him.
A memory, a whisper, a voice that wasn't his own.
"Run."
His mother, despite the blade in her chest, used her last ounce of strength to push him away.
"Run, my son!"
The warriors lunged for him.
Rai ran.
He bolted toward the window, heart pounding, vision blurred with tears. Behind him, his father shouted—whether in anger or regret, he did not know.
His small hands grasped the window frame. And he jumped.
Shattered glass tore through his skin. The wind howled in his ears. The stone courtyard rushed toward him.
Then—pain.
Agony burned across his face as his head struck the ground. A deep, searing gash tore across his left eye. He barely had the strength to move, yet he forced himself up, clutching his mother's necklace.
His father's voice roared from above.
"Find him. Kill him. Erase this disgrace."
And just like that, Rai became a hunted child.
The last thing he remembered before the darkness took him was the cold touch of the necklace in his palm, pulsing as if it had a heartbeat of its own.
And then—nothing.