Some bloodlines were never meant to meet.
But what happens when they do—when forces shaped before time itself are woven together in one soul?
Before years had numbers, before stars learned to shine, the cosmos bent to the will of beings beyond mortal knowledge. Not gods, but progenitors: the ancient wellspring from which sprang the first lines of angels, demons, dragons, vampires, werewolves, spirits, and beings whose names have vanished into silence—or have yet to awaken.
Each bloodline staked its claim upon existence. Each carved out realms, seeded legends, and shaped what would one day be called fate. For eons, their legacies remained apart, never crossing; their power untouched by union, their destinies perfectly estranged.
Until one convergence altered the pattern.
She was not born of mortal parents. Her being ignited in the aftermath of a cosmic accident—a rift where the essence of an angelic progenitor fused with the wrathful spark of a demonic counterpart. She should have been erased by the weight of her clashing heritage. And yet, hidden and sealed away, she breathed quietly among mortals, her true self buried, her origin lost even to herself.
She lived alone on the world called Astrel Heven, unaware of her legacy. Her life fractured further when those she called family vanished, leaving her stranded among strangers. It was after a fleeting, half-remembered encounter shrouded in forgetfulness—the night she met a primordial dragon, keeper of time and space—that she found herself with a child. No bond, no love—only consequence. The dragon vanished, leaving nothing but questions and new life behind.
So she endured: alone, brilliant in her beauty, carving out her own place in the city of Celestalis, hiding strength beneath gentleness, raising her only son as both shield and purpose.
And the boy? He grew unremarked among mortals, a handsome, quiet child forever feeling the ache of something missing, the fit of a life not meant for him. His days passed in ignorance of the storm in his veins, until the night fate intervened.
She was among them—unparalleled in beauty, a classmate with a shadow in her gaze. Drawn irresistibly to his presence, she lured him through rain-slick alleys and — in her hunger and longing — drank too deep. Desperation forced her to act, and as his blood mingled with hers, a new, forgotten inheritance woke.
Across realms cursed to silence, something shuddered. Old pacts trembled. In that moment, on the city's lonely streets, a story lost since the beginning of all things was set in motion.
And the world of mortals would never be the same.