Soul /n./ the being implanted into a Handler to be carried until optimal conditions, in which they can manifest into humans again and live alongside their Handler. Handler /n./ the being to carry a second Soul until they can come to live in harmony, and are the foundation of their magical link. If a Soul were to die, the link would disappear and the Handler would lose half or all of his/her magic. If the Handler dies, both shall die. Handlers and Souls are paired by sex. They are never to procreate. It is FORBIDDEN. --- Matteo Vega used to live an average life. As a junior in high school, he was well acquainted with the concepts of bullies, a crush seemingly never meant to be, and the emotional rides of growing up. Having lost his parents at the age of 8, and his only family being his aunt Thea, he knew just how challenging life could be. What he never knew was that there was more to him than he could imagine. A second soul, perhaps? Alois Varing was once the son to a British noble family, destined for greatness throughout the Imperial realm, and now he is the second Soul to a scary boy who listens to 80s music way too much. But both of them have become destined for far more than just greatness. Together, they will become the most powerful Soul-Handler duo the magical world has ever seen. That is, if Matt can get a handle on his powers, which could possibly obliterate the world, and if he doesn't die to an array of terrifying enemies out for his and Alois' souls. As if research essays hadn't been hard enough; life just got a bit more challenging.

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"For what is a king without his people," Anselm said. "What is a man without his humanity." "For what is humanity without its destruction," the demon lord answered. --- Before Elizabeth, before the Proxy, before the war of good and evil, there was the fair king Anselm. There is always a beginning to the beginning, before the before, an infinite circle across the constant. There is no end, no after. Only beginning; before. Only beginning.