The world is brought to ruins with the sudden emergence of supernatural beings and trials to destroy humanity as a whole, for their corrupted pleasure.
Luna, a normal high school girl with a peculiar past, strives to survive in the harsh reality as a mysterious voice and memories of a war unknown guide her.
Through the sorrows she faces and faced with the bitter truth about her parents, she aims to end these trials plaguing humanity and find clues about the voice.
***"The only hope eh?" muttered a woman with short white hair, as she sat leaning against a wall painted with blood.The lance sticking through her stood tall and proud. It irritated her.
She looked at her broken arm and then at the piles of corpses of short green creatures with pointy ears and noses.
She chuckled at the irony. She was told she was the only hope and yet here she was, dying to a mere thousand goblins.
Her ears perked as she heard footsteps. Through the musty tunnel across her came a hooded man.He was tall, and had a long beard, the only part of his face she could see.He had bandages wrapped around his hands and was covered in piles of cloth armor.He had a large bow in his hand, but he didn't have an arrow in sight.
She once again chuckled at the appearance of the strange man as her painful grunts grew quieter and quieter and to silence.
An initiate angel prophesied to save the world, and a low-class demon send to stop her. But something about it all doesn't sound alright. And for some reason, the demon can't seem to get her eyes away from the angel after a while...
“Drip, Drip, Drip,” Mason said in her ear, his touch burning her skin like acid. “So red. So sweet, but yet so bitter.”
She winced when he ran the tip of the blade over the already open cut. “Stop....”
“Now,” he said quietly, though menacingly, “are you going to come willingly? Or will I have to kill everyone in this room and have you watch?”
She opened her eyes, finding the school empty.
But there’s... no one.
Then a voice entered her ears. “Let her go, you bastard.”
Malachi.
“Love can be dangerous, Ray. And we both know,
YOU CRAVE DANGER.”
Dark… evil… demented…
That’s what Raven Magicae fell for…
The exact definition of monster.
In her nightmares, she’d dream of him standing over piles of dead bodies… eyes so dark they looked black… and he’d be smiling as his victim’s blood trailed from his lips… staining them a bitter red…
When he looked to her for the first time, she knew from the beginning that he wasn’t normal.
His eyes held no mercy.
Not even for her.
And now that Malachi had her life twined between his fingers…
All her nightmares would come true.
But deep inside the monster… was there a light…? Or was his soul completely covered in shadows?
She knew he was her captor… a monster… but she couldn’t control herself…
And she had to remind herself of who he really was…
But who was hereally?