PROLOGUE
Long before the world took shape—when the land was nothing more than dust and the galaxy still forming—God created the heavens and the earth.
At first, He was content.
But time stretched on, and loneliness found Him.
So He created angels.
They were meant to fill the silence, yet even among them, the emptiness remained. And so, He dreamed of something more—something made in His own likeness.
Humans.
Not all angels welcomed the idea.
One among them questioned it… resisted it.
And when humanity was finally created, that angel sought to break God’s trust. He sent a serpent to tempt Adam and Eve, believing their failure would turn God against them.
But it didn’t.
Instead of destroying them, God gave them understanding—burdened them with the knowledge of the world and its weight.
That mercy became the beginning of rebellion.
The angel, now known as Lucifer, turned away from Heaven.
If God could create life… then so could he.
Lucifer descended and began creating children of his own—beings not quite human, not quite divine.
God saw this and was filled with fury.
He sent His angels to destroy every one of Lucifer’s creations.
And so, the war began.
For decades, Heaven and Hell clashed—pride against defiance, creation against imitation. Neither side would yield.
Until one night…
God sent His only Son into the world.
But that same night, another child was born.
Not fully human.
Not fully demon.
Something in between.
God’s anger returned, greater than before. But Lucifer came to Him—not in defiance, but in negotiation.
A treaty.
If God truly loved His humans, then He must accept this child as part of that world. The child was born of a human body, after all.
Bound by His own principles, God agreed.
The war ceased.
But not completely.
God, unwilling to trust what had been created, sent an angel to watch over the child.
“If it changes,” He commanded, “kill it.”
Years passed.
The child lived… and died… like any human.
But its blood did not fade.
Its descendants carried something within them—something dormant, waiting.
And when they reached the age of seventeen, it awakened.
Power.
Another angel, seeing this, demanded the war begin again—that these “demon children” be hunted once more.
God did not give His blessing. But neither did He stop it. Lucifer, long vanished into the depths of Hell, could no longer interfere.
The hunt resumed. Even now, it continues. Every time a demon child is born, an angel descends.
And somewhere in the storm— another war begins again.
