There are places the sun will never touch—and truths that only moonlight dares to reveal. Long ago, before humans penned their first histories and demons carved their empires, there existed a realm wrapped in moonlight—untouched, unseen, protected by the divine. Hidden within the folds of the world lies the Moon Demon Providence, a sacred paradise cloaked from mortal and demonic eyes alike. It is here that Callisto, the ancient Moon Demon God, watches over his people, guardians of peace, protectors of cosmic balance.

His daughter, Lady Asteria, was born beneath an eclipse—a child of dusk and dawn, beauty and power. With moon-touched skin, star-kissed eyes, and a soul as gentle as starlight, she was beloved. But peace is a fragile thing, and power, no matter how kind, is never left alone for long.

To protect her, Callisto assigned his most trusted: Mira, the Midnight Dragoon. A warrior forged in shadow and bound in duty, Mira stands ever at Asteria’s side. Cloaked in black and violet, horns curved like obsidian blades, her spear is sharp enough to pierce the divine. Cold, composed, and terrifying to most, she says little. She doesn’t have to. The gleam of her weapon says enough.

For centuries, the Moon Demon Tribe lived in harmony, hidden... but not forgotten. Some humans whispered of them in myth. Others hunted shadows, desperate to prove they existed. Most never believed. That is—until one curious prince started to look a little too closely.

Prince Atlas was never the sort to accept the world at face value. With long black hair and ember-gold eyes, he bore the look of a man always three steps ahead. Born to rule, raised to command, Atlas had no need for fairy tales... until one entered his life. One moonlit evening, a cloaked woman appeared in a human village, silent and regal. Atlas saw her—and the world blurred. Not just because of her beauty, but because of what followed behind her: a Dragoon. A guardian of myth.

She disappeared before he could speak.

Naturally, he did what any emotionally constipated, suspiciously handsome royal would do: He investigated.

What he found were old texts. Lost accounts. Whispers of a tribe that lived in peace, protected by knights of midnight and wielders of moonlight. Asteria’s aura lingered in his thoughts like a song he couldn’t name. But fate doesn’t deal in coincidences. Atlas’ blood held secrets too—ones that even he didn’t yet understand.

And someone else did.

From the stars above, another presence watches. A quiet god in mortal clothes. Orpheus, a prince of polished calm and infinite menace, moves through the world like a shadow that forgot how to fear. With silver-white hair and amber eyes that never blink too long, he smiles like he knows the ending to everyone else’s story. He isn't just powerful—he is power. Gravity, darkness, the stars themselves—they all bend at his will. He rarely lifts a finger. He never needs to.

But when he saw Asteria, he felt something rare: desire.

And when he saw Atlas looking at her, he felt something worse: rage.

Orpheus hides his horns, yes—but he cannot hide the slow-burning wrath beneath his skin. The only beings he sees as worthy rivals are Lady Asteria, Mira... Callisto... and unfortunately, that human prince with the eyes of fire and the fate of stars.

Now the pieces begin to move.

A curious prince stalks myth. A hidden princess walks the human world. A Dragoon guards her with the wrath of midnight. A god plays puppetmaster from the shadows.

And somewhere, the Moon Demon God opens his eyes again, sensing the shift.