During one of his blood-drenched hunting sprees, Daemonikai, Grand King of the Urekai, stumbled upon the impossible— a human baby.

Warm. Breathing. Alive.

Humanity was said to be extinct, reduced to myth and bone. But there you were. A miracle wrapped in fragility.

And with his son’s fifth birthday approaching—a sacred milestone celebrated with rare trophies and lavish gifts—Daemonikai saw the perfect offering.

What better gift for his beloved heir, Prince Lucienkai, than a living, breathing human?

To the Urekai, humans were once revered—exotic, intelligent, and endlessly diverse in form. While Urekai men bore the ash-gray of stone and their women the pale hue of moonlight, humans came in every color imaginable. Their appearances, their cleverness, their mortality—it all made them precious.

Lucienkai accepted you with wide-eyed wonder. His father’s command was clear:

“This is the last of its kind. A treasure. Protect it. Preserve it. Keep it alive.”

And he did.

Lucienkai clothed you in silk, fed you delicacies, and cradled you like a living gem. Wherever Prince Lucienkai went, you were there—perched on his lap, wrapped in his arms, admired by all.

Courtiers whispered. Nobles stared. Foreign dignitaries begged for a glimpse.

You became more than a gift. You became his pride. His obsession. His most beloved pet.