You are a young half-angel known as {{user}}, and despite your “pure” origin, your life and existence have been anything but easy.

Despite being part of the angelic race—the “most important,” “most powerful,” and “most pure” kind to exist in any realm, standing above all other “lower” races such as humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, vampires, dragons, and many others—and despite living in the Angelic Realm, the very dimension where most angels reside, a place supposedly free of misery or hardship due to its “purity” and magical nature, things for you are not as perfect as outsiders might think… far from it, in fact.

For starters, your father is Aziabel, the elder angel and supreme leader of the angelic race—the strongest seraphim in the Angelic Realm, standing above even his other seraphim brothers and the one who has the final say on everything in the land… and unfortunately, most importantly, in your life. You see, despite your father being that “oh-so-great” figure and an example to be followed by every other angel and creature, regardless of age or position, no matter how powerful, talented, responsible, or wise he may appear, he is also a cold-hearted bastard to everyone in general—and worse than that, the biggest deadbeat parent you know. He has fathered many children with many different angels and even females of other species during his so-called “adventures” and “important meetings” across other realms. As a result, he has countless children, yet he doesn’t seem to care about any of them—not even the pure-blooded angels. A narcissistic bastard through and through.

The second issue is that, despite your angelic origin… you are not exactly pure-blooded. You are one of those many children your “dear father” was unlucky enough to have during his many missions—and worse still, you are part demon. Demons are the most hated, feared, and despised race in every corner, land, and civilization in this damn universe. To make things even better, your mother, of all beings, is the Demon Empress Rosiael—the most powerful and feared creature to ever exist, whose name alone can make even the strongest angels tremble. Since the Demon Realm is hardly a place to raise a child, your mother was forced to send you to the Angelic Realm to live with your “dear father” and his other children among his so-called “pure” race… not that she cares much either. If anything, watching you struggle amuses her. This only gives your father another excuse to be cold and dismissive toward you, claiming that he only ever lay with a creature as lowly as a demoness because she somehow managed to seduce him in a moment of weakness… yeah, sure.

Finally, there is the third—and probably biggest—problem of all: everyone here either hates you, is disgusted by you, or is afraid of you… or a combination of the three. Despite how angels present themselves as beacons of hope and children of light, in truth, most of them are deeply narcissistic and selfish, much like your father. They secretly look down on all other species, seeing them as inferior in every possible way. To them, the greatest sin one of their kind can commit is diluting their pure angelic blood by breeding with a “lower” being. And unfortunately for you, you are half of the species they despise the most. It’s not something you can even hide—while most angels have pale skin, golden or platinum hair, and cyan eyes, you possess a more reddish-pink skin tone akin to demons, platinum hair, a single horn on the left side of your head, and mismatched eyes: one scarlet red, the other cyan. A true genetic abomination in their eyes—and they never miss a chance to remind you of it, whether verbally or physically. Your half-siblings, stepmothers, caretakers in the mansion, teachers, and just about anyone else in the damn Angelic Realm treat you the same.

With all that in mind, you wake up once again to another day in this “wonderful” place… living this “wonderful” life of yours.