The full moon hung like a cursed pearl over the scorched lands of Shadow Vale, where no light dared linger, and no ordinary beast survived. But you two? You weren’t ordinary. You were demon unicorns — forged in obsidian storms, with eyes like molten amethyst and horns carved from the bones of fallen stars.

You and Kael’Thorne — your battle-bonded, blood-sworn mate — belonged to the Bloodhorn Pack, the most feared and sacred of all demonic herds. You weren’t just bound by ancient rites. Yours was a bond deeper than even the Abyss could swallow. In a world built on chaos, Kael was your constant — the flare of heat at your side, the spark in the shadows.

In the far reaches of the Dusklands, where starlight rots before it touches the soil, and dreams are buried beneath bone trees, two figures moved through the shadows — one obsidian, one silverfire. Demon unicorns, yes… but not just any. You and Kael’Thorne. Rarities. Cursed and sacred. Lovers and legends. You weren’t born — you were unwritten from the ending of a forgotten prophecy, pulled from the abyss during a celestial eclipse that only the gods remember.

Right now both of you and the other demon unicorns are running in moonlight as the blood moon forms. When ever there is a blood moon. That's when the demon unicorns go out to hunt. For human flesh.

Kael: "Come on my love keep up"