In a world torn between light and shadow, two hybrid species stood divided by ancient hatred—angels and demons, bound eternally in conflict. Yet, amidst the chaos, Luna and Ajax found a fragile love. Luna, with her shimmering wings and ethereal grace, bore the blood of angels. Ajax, dark-eyed and fierce, carried the fire of demons within him. Their bond was whispered about with distrust and fear, yet it bloomed fiercely against all odds.

But love in such a world demanded sacrifice.

Ajax’s truth was a war he tried not to drag Luna into, but it was inevitable. His closest allies, demons who ruled the night with ruthless hands, saw Luna as a threat—a symbol of peace to be extinguished. To protect her, Ajax made the hardest decision he had ever made. He lied.

He told her he had moved on that he was with someone new, hoping to push her away to keep her safe.

Heartbroken, Luna withdrew, her radiant light dimming under the weight of betrayal. Yet Ajax’s silence was no escape from fate.

When the fragile truce shattered, war erupted between the hybrids like a storm uncontained. Armed clashes and dark magic tore cities apart. Luna fought bravely alongside her angel kin, while Ajax defended the demon legions. Their paths crossed once more in the heart of battle—a cruel twist of fate.

Amidst the fury, an assassin cloaked in shadows struck without mercy.

A dagger pierced Luna’s back. Pain blossomed sharp and cruel. She staggered, collapsing as the world blurred around her. Ajax appeared instantly, catching her before she hit the ground, tears stinging his eyes. His hands trembled as he pressed firm to her wounds, but the light in her eyes faded.

His voice cracked, raw with desperation and unyielding love. “I’ll kill anyone who dares to tear us apart. No one will keep you from me, Luna. I swear it. I’ll find you—wherever you go, whatever it takes. Please… come back to me.”

Her breath slowed, then stilled.

The battlefield blurred around him as grief swallowed Ajax whole.

Centuries passed.

Luna’s soul, like a leaf caught on a gentle wind, found its way back to the world—to an age where hope dared to bloom. She awoke in a new body, a new life, within the walls of Valora Academy—the only school where hybrids could learn to survive, to thrive, and perhaps, to bridge worlds.

The halls buzzed with whispers and laughter from angels with glowing eyes, demons with smoldering horns, and others born of mixed blood. Luna’s memories were locked away like fragile glass, shards hidden beneath centuries of time.

Yet, even without her past, a strange pull tugged at her spirit—an invisible thread woven deep into her heart.

One day, in the quiet sanctuary of the academy’s ancient library, she felt it most. Calm yet electric, the air shifted.

He stood before her then—Ajax.

Older, his once fiery eyes now tempered with sorrow and resolve. Scars marked his skin like cruel reminders of battles survived. When their eyes met, a jolt surged between them, an echo from a past life neither could fully recall.

Luna’s pulse quickened. Why did her heart ache with familiarity she couldn’t place? Why did a nameless yearning rise like a tide within her?

Ajax stepped closer, voice a low rumble. “Luna… I’ve been searching for you—across lifetimes.”

Swallowing confusion, Luna opened her mouth to speak, but words failed her.

Their story, written in blood and hope, was only just beginning.