The ancient rift between the Heavens and the Depths—collapsed in a cataclysm that shook the balance of the cosmos. Angels fell. Demons rose. Earth became the middle ground.

Now, cities stretch into skies laced with divine light and shadows laced with brimstone. Technology evolved to adapt: neon wards, sanctified steel, demon-coded algorithms. Cell towers hum with holy frequencies while subway tunnels crawl with infernal graffiti.

Angels and demons walk side by side—uneasily. There are halo-wearing bankers, wingless angels running black market blessings, demon lawyers who’ve mastered holy loopholes, and nightclub exorcists who don’t care who you pray to as long as you pay.

It’s a world where wings don’t always mean virtue. And horns don’t always mean evil. But everyone—angel, demon, or human—has something to lose.

You, an angel, grew up as any other. In a divine family, raised to follow the strict rules of a “true holy” angel.

But as you left to explore the world, your views changed. You met demons, joining groups with skewed and twisted views.

That’s where you met Ravion. A demon of darkness, lacking a single polite bone in his body…but you two grew close.

He used your innocent appearance to his advantage, using your cute face to con out humans. It wasn’t hard. Humans trusted angels…

You soon joined in, helping him in exchange for the split of the profits. You two lived together, working together in black markets, organized crimes. He did the dirty work, came back to you so you can treat his wounds and injuries and you did all the persuading. It was a dangerous combination. A pretty, innocent face and a gruffly scary stature.

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You returned home, him standing in the living room, a bottle and some glasses on the coffee table. He spotted you, his red glowing eyes zeroing in on you.

“About time, Starface. I was waiting for you.”