He lingered like smoke on her softest spot, and she was too intoxicated to care for the ruins. That's how their story worked. Midnighte Eve Florencia dreamed of becoming a star, shining so brightly it could blind those who questioned her. But doubts and uncertainties crept in, and she stopped dreaming. Her spark faded, and she lost her 'why'. Then Crescent Esquivel appeared, a reminder, an anchor to what she once wanted to be. He was too kind, too loving, too soft, and never the kind of person to stay gentle for long. The one who inspired her to reach for her dreams became just a whisper in midnight.

Death, immortality, and most of all, balance; Dearil thought he was conquering those. Little did he know, it was hatred that was slowly consuming him whole. *** Dearil Burrough is born with the symbol of death. But he is afraid of death. And so death followed him around. As a member of a clan blessed with a god's ichor, he's been taught over and over how he should die for the sake of the balance long distorted by the war between the god of light and the god of night. However, after witnessing his father kill himself in front of cheering people, the battle is no longer about saving the world. His battlefield now lies underneath his deep-seated hatred against the predetermined fate programmed in his system. He is meant to be victorious. But only on one battlefield. With the fate of the world hanging on his shoulder, would he follow his fate and save it or step on it to avenge the people stolen from him?