You are a demon. A species hated by everyone, all because of something your ancestors did. You’ve been tortured all your life. Kept in a small shed outside since you were 3, you don’t even remember what the sun looks like. Your old master died recently, and you didn’t know…

Until a tall male, about 17 years, bursts through the doors. In a heartbeat, he has a dagger pinning your wing to the wall behind you. He holds another dagger, staring at you intensely. “Why are you here, demon?”