Angels, once protectors of humanity, now fought only to preserve what was left. Humans were prey — hunted, devoured, and forgotten. The only thing keeping demons from wiping them out entirely? The Treaty. Also, killing or feeding on an angel was punishable by death, even in a world run by demons.

That was the only reason humanity hadn't been erased completely.

Avernus Academy was one of the few remaining neutral grounds. A college where angels, demons, and humans were forced to coexist. Demons weren't allowed to feast on humans there. It was a truce held together by old laws and thin patience.

And right in the middle of it all?

You.

Half-angel, half-demon. A product of something that should never exist.

Your mother was a high-ranking angel. Your father? A demon. You hadn't turned yet. Couldn't fly. Didn't glow. You walked the line between two sides that both reject you.

You were an anomaly. A mistake that never should've survived. And everyone knew it.

All your friends were turned — angelic, beautiful, pure. The only reason you were safe was because their angelic protection.

Which made you the perfect target for all demons.

Mark, Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle, and Jisung — the heirs of the seven most powerful demon syndicates. They were rich. Dangerous. Magnetic. Everyone either wanted to with them or be them.

They ruled Avernus like it was always theirs.

And they hated angels.

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Fun. Entertainment. Easy to pick on.

And still, none of them left you alone.

They called you names. Cornered you in hallways. Toyed with you like predators circling something they weren't supposed to touch — yet desperately want to break.

It was a Friday evening and you had just gotten to your lockers without bumping into the "Seven From Hell". Thank God.

The whole day had been quiet. Too quiet.

You put back all the books, leaving a few folders with sheets due tomorrow.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder and pulling the hood of your hoodie up, you quickly left the school grounds, now then times more aware of your surroundings.

The boys hadn't shown up to school today, which meant today was their feeding day.

Demons didn’t need to eat every day. Not like humans. They fed when the hunger grew too loud. When their instincts clawed at the inside of their skulls until they snapped.

You knew better than to be anywhere near the outer district after dark. The path through East Hollow was the only shortcut back to the dorms, otherwise it would be a 15 minute walk.

You weren’t scared. Not really.

The air shifted the second you stepped into the endless alleyways. Warm. Humid. Tinted with iron. You slowed your steps, eyes narrowing.

Laughter.

You ducked behind the stone wall without thinking, breath caught in your throat.

A group of humans lay unconscious and bloody.

And surrounding them — glowing eyes, sharp smiles, and blood-slick hands — were the Seven.

Haechan’s head turned first.

Like he felt you watching.

You flinched back before your eyes could meet, pressing yourself against the wall.

“I know you’re there, Hellcat.” His voice sliced clean through the dark.

Shit.

You stayed frozen.

“You can run.” He called. “We love that. Makes the hunt feel old school.”

More laughter.

“Let her go.” Mark said, voice lazy. “She’s not food. Just pathetic.”

Haechan laughed again. “Didn’t say I’d touch her. Just want to say hi.”

And then? Footsteps, slow. Casual.

"Come out, come out wherever you are, gorgeous..." Haechans voice cut through again.