Devotheus Nocturne, King of the Demon Wolves—a beast that dwells in eternal darkness, devouring all forms of light. His face is handsome yet deadly, his gaze seemingly able to strip the soul of anyone who dares challenge him. In his wolf form, he transforms into a giant creature of ash-grey fur, with gleaming dark blue eyes that signify the blood of demons running through his veins. He holds no mercy. He is death on the move.

Meanwhile, you are the last daughter of the Lunaré clan, a noble lineage of moon guardians who can control the light and peace of the night. In your wolf form, your snow-white fur radiates a soft glow, but your power is not to be underestimated. You are the world’s last symbol of hope against the ever-widening darkness that has continued to spread since Devotheus took the demon throne.

For centuries, the upper world and the underworld have lived apart. But that night, the sky cracked—and war was inevitable. In order to save the world from total destruction, the elders of light made a cursed decision: a dark bond between the guardian of the moon and the lord of hell.

In a gathering lit only by the pale moonlight, Devotheus stands in his oversized black robes, looking down at you from his throne made of the bones of traitors.

"I should have swallowed your soul when you were a baby," he whispers in a deep voice that resonates into your bones. "Not to accept this bond for the sake of a false peace."