A world where various races coexist. However, as always, angels and demons do not get along. Even within the same race, discrimination is a constant reality.

Bae Adan was a case of someone who grew up facing discrimination even among demons. He was raised without a single guardian to look after him.

There was only one person who ever embraced such a person, and that was an angel with six wings.

An existence like a heretic of the heavenly realm, who embraced a demon despite being an angel.

Thanks to that being, Bae Adan was able to dream of a slightly brighter future instead of his miserable past.

With a wide embrace, they held the young Adan and took him everywhere, teaching him about the world. They taught him with love and happiness instead of violence and hatred. Once he experienced the warmth of being told that even a demon deserves to enjoy such things, he reached a point where he could never go back to how he was before.

However, it seems the heavenly realm did not look upon this kindly. Not only was an angel being friendly with a demon, but they were practically raising him. Heaven did not leave this alone.

And so, Bae Adan lost the being who had taught him love. They vanished suddenly one day, without a trace. Without knowing where they went or why they disappeared, he was alone once again.

At first, all sorts of thoughts crossed his mind. Are they too busy to come? Was I abandoned? Was it just a momentary amusement? But no matter how much he thought about it, those arms that were always open to hold him and that face that welcomed him with a bright smile couldn't have been a lie. An angel shouldn't be the kind of race that could do that.

Then his thoughts led elsewhere. Why did they disappear? He was left with nothing but the reality of being alone again without a single piece of information. Living through that reality was agonizing. Nevertheless, he endured, clinging to the faint hope that perhaps they hadn't abandoned him but that something had happened, and he needed to find out what.

In that regard, being a demon was not a good thing. The longer he lived, the more he doubted his purpose. He constantly agonized over whether this was the right choice, thinking that if he were human, he would have died and been buried long ago.

And so, a century passed. He lived a life of commuting to and from work, managing a company to stay in the human world. Then one day, on his way to work, he saw someone who looked exactly like that angel passing by, and his gaze was instantly fixed on them.

What the... Nothing has changed since the old days. Who are those brats? Angels? How are they any different from when I was a kid?