A War of Men & Demons

A War of Men & Demons

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Estya. Where magic runs through the veins of every inhabitant just as it runs through the world itself, from the divine, to the synthetic, to the perfectly balanced Light and Dark. Where a single soldier with a single number, their Blood Number, can raise or raze entire nations in mere days. Fallis knows this all too well. With a Blood Number of Light Seventy-Four, she is the Ebonblade's ace up their sleeves; the most powerful Light sorceress still alive. Despite this, treachery's deep roots snake throughout the Ebonblade's ranks, and Fallis finds herself trusting a shadow on the battlefield more than her own brothers-in-arms. How far she will follow them, however, remains to be seen. Probably just to the border and to safety... possibly through the gates of Hell itself. "I have reason to believe the world will need your Light, someday soon."
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In the shadows of a bush, a little demon hid, her bloody hands covering her mouth to silence her fear. She wanted to scream as she watched her friends beheaded, their heads thudding to the ground. The sight made her stomach turn, but she had to stay hidden. Flames consumed the village, and the air was filled with terrified screams, soon replaced by an eerie silence. After what felt like forever, the little demon decided to leave her hiding spot and see the destruction. The horrible sight burned in her mind, a memory she would never forget. She promised herself she would find those responsible and make them pay with their lives-even if it meant punishing their descendants. How could her fellow demons be so cruel? Once, the Arcanium imps, Avalan fiends, Ataraxy daemons, and Abyssal Devils lived together in peace, each using their special magic to help one another. The Arcanium imps and Abyssal Devils were the strongest, leading to fierce competition between them. But soon, the Arcanium imps feared that the Abyssal Devils might surpass them. To eliminate the threat, they decided to strike first. Knowing the other factions would oppose them, they used their magic to show their power, scaring the others into joining their fight against the Abyssal Devils. The last Abyssal Devil disguised herself as a girl to escape the other kinds. She wrote the Grimoire of Dark Magic to keep her people's legacy alive. As the centuries passed, all demon kinds became extinct, but their magic lived on in the hands of mages. Driven by a desire for revenge, the last Abyssal Devil joined Celaria to gather information, waiting for the day she could finally take her revenge. Cover by impfvr

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