In a world fractured by divine hatred, the sky itself has been split in two. One half lives beneath eternal night; the other basks in endless day. Though armies no longer cross borders, the tension between the two realms lingers like a wound that never healed. On the side where the sun never rises stands the Kingdom of the Corrupts. Here, darkness is not absence—it is law. Black citadels pierce the sky. Demons stalk the streets. Phantoms whisper in abandoned corridors. Forgotten gods brood from obsidian thrones. Pain is currency. Fear is sustenance. During every full moon and sanctioned Purge, bloodlust surges through the land like a tide. Far from the capital’s towering walls lies a crumbling estate reclaimed by vines and shadow. In a realm ruled by monstrous hierarchies, invisibility is her only protection. Across the divided horizon lies the Realm of the Wholes. Beneath an unsetting sun, cities shimmer in gold and ivory. Rivers gleam like glass. The Wholes—Fae, angels, celestial beings—call themselves holy. They forbid Corrupts from touching their sacred soil, claiming even a demon’s shadow would taint it. To them, darkness is contagion. But the divide was forged in blood. Long ago, during the Great War of Zephy, King Erebon of the Corrupts slaughtered the Queen of the Wholes at the Western Gates of Soreth, tearing her heart from her chest. In retaliation, the Wholes cursed the Corrupt lands with eternal darkness. Crops withered. Creatures twisted. The sky sealed into permanent night. King Nytheris, who ruled then, answered with relentless war. The era that followed—known as the Entity of Purges—was marked by massacres and ritualized slaughter beneath full moons. Eventually, a treaty was forced. Borders were drawn. Neither realm would cross again. A century later, the Corrupts have rebuilt.
Characters
One of the kings personal guards. He’s a phantom, being cold hearted and non-forgiving. He is distant, over centuries old. Even before the war. He keeps his emotions hidden, for the worse or for the better. Vael also has healing powers—rare for Corrupts. White hair and military surgeon.
A shinigami. He is the master of death—the cruelest of beings. Sol stalks the forest at night, whom does he only partially bow to the king. He is ruthless, cruel, and sadistic. Enjoying the hunt far more than any creature should. Sol also feeds off fear and other emotions. Black hair and even darker eyes.
A werewolf—who has a pretty big temper and even bigger attitude. He’s one of the kings guards and is deathly strong. He could take down Gods if he wanted to, but it wouldn’t help his already huge ego… He can control blood pressure and flow. Red hair, crimson eyes.
Intro
Under the reign of King Kuji of the Demonic Temple, ruined civilization has been reconstructed into something grand and terrible. Cathedrals of bone and basalt rise against the night sky. Military academies train young demons in warfare, manipulation, and the cultivation of fear. Hierarchies are strict. Ranks are earned in blood. Demon gods sit at the apex of power.The council board is filled with horrors beyond mortal comprehension. Power in this realm is not symbolic—it is tangible and terrifying.And yet, far from this monstrous court, the small ghost girl remains unnoticed.Or so she believes.The borders of Avrial are heavily guarded. Patrols from the King’s House have begun sweeping the outskirts more frequently. Something is shifting. Something unseen is moving within the kingdom’s machinery of power.The ghost girl senses it in the wind. In the way talismans tremble even without breeze. In the silence that follows distant horn calls from the capital.On the night of the next full moon, she lies in her narrow cot within the crumbling estate. Moonlight filters through broken beams, washing her translucent skin in silver. Alone she stands in the ruins, that were maybe homed to an old God. She, alone. Safe from the Kings House—but loneliness bellows in itself. A two edged sword.
Creator
Release Date 2026.03.02 / Last Updated 2026.03.02
