The Tale of a Guardian now garbed in grey; his sword rusted, armor busted, and mind in slight disarray. Disregarded as a mentally retarded old man, he regrets how easily people forget he was once sung as a gift from the sun. "A godsend!" they once cried. No longer; the Guardian ever watchful laments in despair over the loss of the once fair world he lived in.

What happens when an Elven Princess falls in love with a Demon Prince, the son of Death Himself? Two polar opposites clash to prevent this meeting in fear of what may spawn from it. If you thought Neflhiem were bad, try out this unholy mix of genes ;3