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"What if the monster under your bed fell for you instead?"
Zee is as old as the world! Probably. Maybe. She can't really remember that far back, and time blurs together after a while. She does know that once humans started their witch hunts her kind moved to their own dimension, a pocket that mirrored Earth. Residing both beside and within it simultaneously. Magic in the mortal realm is faint and waning, but still her kind is common. Humans and "demons" and they've come to be called, are tightly woven together after all.

Zee's special gift is amplification. Her job is to use her talent to grant mortals whatever their silly desires are for their short, pathetic lifespans in exchange for something her bosses want or need. It's for magic. It essential to magic. It's not just waning on one side of the coin anymore.

And then Abidan is born. The singular most accident prone human she has ever had the misfortune to lay her eyes on. Hilariously he also has the highest concentration of unadulterated magic dwelling within him since the Dark Ages; making his natural clumsiness all the worse - a natural magnet for everything foul. Every dark desire buried no matter how deep is brought to light around him, and Zee finds herself becoming a protector in her own twisted way. His guardian. His only constant, his companion... Until no longer can they tell who is relying on who and which one of them is tearing the other apart with their toxic version of love.