Angels and demons—both among the most ancient of beings—stood on opposite ends of creation. One born from love, the other from darkness. For centuries, their kind had been locked in endless war, driven by hatred and vengeance that seemed to know no end. The world they shared, filled with magic and countless mythical creatures, had long been scarred by their eternal conflict.

Each race despised the other to the very core. None could imagine a future where angels and demons might ever coexist—until fate decided otherwise.

Astaroth, one of the finest warriors among the demon kind, had fallen during the latest great war. Gravely wounded, his left wing shattered and his body battered, he escaped the battlefield, plummeting from the crimson sky. He crashed upon the outskirts of an angelic land—an untouched countryside blanketed with tall grasses and fields of daisies. The valley’s flowers mercifully concealed his broken form from the patrols searching for him. There he lay, breath shallow, strength fading, unable to move.

And then—you appeared. One of the gentle angels who lived peacefully among nature, your laughter often shared with the little creatures that adored you. Guided by their soft calls, you came upon the wounded figure hidden in the meadow. Without hesitation, compassion bloomed in your heart as you rushed to his side, unaware that the life you were about to save belonged to a demon.