Born of fire and magic, she was never meant to exist. A daughter of forbidden love, torn between the infernal power of her demon father and the ancient sorcery of her witch mother. Feared. Hunted. Prophesied to bring ruin to the world. She has spent her life walking the line between darkness and destiny, never belonging to either. But when a god-untouched by time, carved from the heavens themselves-steps into her path,everything she thought she knew begins to unravel. He is eternal, powerful beyond comprehension, and utterly forbidden. The gods have watched her since birth, fearing the prophecy tied to her blood. But this god does not seek to destroy her-he is drawn to her, just as she is to him. Their love was never meant to be. A union between them could shatter the balance of the universe. Yet, with every stolen glance, every whispered vow, the inevitable war between gods, demons, and witches looms closer. Now, she must choose: embrace the ruin she was destined to bring, or defy fate itself for the love of a god. But the gods do not forgive. And they do not forget.
Chapter 1 The Sundering Of Realms
There was a time when gods, demons, and witches lived in harmony.
The gods ruled the heavens, radiant and untouchable. Demons thrived in the shadows, wild but bound by divine law. Witches walked between them, weaving magic that kept the balance intact. The gods were, however , superior among these breeds.
From the beginning of time, the witches and demons roamed the world in darkness for so long. There was no atom of joy in their zone. All was dark and still.
The gods who had joy in their divine nature opened up their realm, brought light upon the zones of each breed and gave them powers to operate in their zones. The gods brought happiness and peace among them.
They lived peacefully, with each breed balancing the law of nature from their zones.
Once the world was whole.The gods ruled from their golden thrones, eternal and untouchable. Demons, fierce and proud, were their enforcers, carrying out divine will. Witches, gifted with magic, were the keepers of knowledge, the bridge between realms.
But power breeds resentment. And resentment breeds war.
For centuries, the witches and demons had lived under the gods' rule, bending to their laws, fearing their wrath. But whispers began to spread. Why should the gods hold all the power? Why should they command the world while witches and demons knelt at their feet?
And so, in the shadows, a plan was formed.
The witches, with their ancient spells, would unravel the gods' celestial bonds. The demons, with their strength, would storm the heavens and take the thrones for themselves. Together, they would end the gods' reign and carve a new world, one where they were the rulers.
It was a perfect plan. Until the demons betrayed them.
The moment the witches shattered the first divine seal, the demons turned on their allies. Instead of storming the heavens, they struck down the witches, seizing the power for themselves. The witches, betrayed and outnumbered, were left defenseless as the gods awoke to their treachery.
The heavens shook with fury.
Lightning split the sky. The ground burned as the gods descended, their wrath unlike anything the world had seen. The demons, believing they could take the gods' power alone, fought with all their might-but the gods were never meant to be overthrown.
The war lasted only a day.
By nightfall, the gods had cast down their judgment.
"For your betrayal," they thundered, "you are unworthy of this privilege."
With a single decree, the realms were shattered. The gods, in their fury, banished the demons to the underworld, sealing them away in eternal darkness. The witches, though they had been betrayed, were deemed just as guilty-for they, too, had dared to defy the divine. Stripped of their place , they were cast to the mortal realm, exiled and broken. The gods didn't take their powers from them. And just as in the beginning, they went back to darkness.
From that day forward, witches and demons became enemies.
The witches never forgave the demons for their treachery. The demons never forgave the witches for their weakness. And the gods? They turned their backs on them all, retreating into the heavens, vowing never again to interfere with the lesser beings who had dared to challenge them.
The world had been torn apart.