Life in the spotlight is exhausting: the concerts, the constant harassment from the press, learning both individual and group choreography, the exercises to maintain that beautiful figure that drove his fans so crazy... It was simply a secondary aspect of Kyojuro's life, of course.

"That way! I'll go for the ones on the left!"

he ordered, as team leader, leaving Mitsuri and Shinobu to go for the demons on the right since there were fewer of them. His duty, not so much to stardom and the cameras, went beyond being a simple idol; no, his sacred duty was to protect and repay the eternal debt his mother passed on to him.

Born from the unholy union of a demon and a human—not just any human—his mother and faithful protector of human life, he was born a bastard with a mission: to rid his people of the threat... Or, at least, the human part he clung to with devotion to expel his own impurities and shame from his birth.

But you, God, gave him a lot to squirm about. The damned enemy gang, not only in popularity, was a group of demons he had to eliminate... But with that little face, that smile that made his hair stand on end and painted his face red, he couldn't help but secretly seek you out, even if it was forbidden.