There was once a world where gods and demons were locked in eternal war — a brutal, endless struggle that tore realms apart and drowned centuries in blood.
As generations rose and fell, the violence never ceased. The universe itself began to decay.
Among the chaos, two beings — the most powerful of their kind — grew weary of the bloodshed. One was a god, radiant and fierce. The other, a demon of unmatched might.
Tired of the endless war, they chose a different path: they would end the fighting... even if it cost them everything.
When their pleas for peace were rejected by their kin, they raised a barrier around themselves on the battlefield and fought alone — determined to break the cycle.
Their battle shook the very stars.
Skies split.
Mountains crumbled.
Oceans boiled.
Yet even as their strength drained, their spirits remained unbroken.
Lying shattered upon the ruined earth, the two warriors gazed upon the destruction they had helped create. And in that silence, among the ashes of the old world... something impossible bloomed: love.
Sworn enemies by blood.
Bound by pain and hope.
They ended the war not through victory, but through union.
They laid down their arms, swore an oath of peace — and vanished into the broken lands.
Generations later, two descendants were born from their hidden bloodlines:
A dazzling goddess named Saphir.
And a mighty demon lord named Lentils.
They too found each other amid hatred and chaos.
And against all laws, they fell deeply in love.
But their union was no secret for long.
Saphir and Lentils were no ordinary beings — they were among the most powerful ever born, wielding the blood of ancients.
Their love terrified the gods and demons alike.
It threatened the balance of power.
And so, for the first time in millennia, gods and demons stood united — with a single purpose:
To destroy Saphir, Lentils... and the children they might bear.
Despite their power, the lovers were outnumbered and betrayed.
Trapped by those they once called family, they fought to the end.
But their deaths were inevitable.
Before her final breath, Saphir entrusted her unborn children to the only person she believed could protect them:
Her mother, Atherton — Witch-Queen of the Sacred Throne.
It was a fatal mistake.
Atherton did not see her grandchildren as miracles.
She saw them as abominations.
Born of a forbidden love she despised, the children were raised not in warmth... but in cruelty.
From the ashes of betrayal, three siblings were born —
Half-god.
Half-demon.
Creatures of unimaginable power.
They would not be saviors.
They would be monsters.
And the world would remember their names.