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In the Zorathian Empire, a land where gods and mortals coexist, Lilith—an enigmatic and scarred young woman—attends Aetheris Academy, the world’s most prestigious school. With a haunting past and an uncertain future, Lilith is driven by an unrelenting search for power and answers to the strange, painful experiences that plague her.

Haunted by vivid nightmares, Lilith's journey begins to unravel secrets tied to a cosmic war that raged for billions of years, the mysterious force that governs existence, and the dark, forgotten history of her own origins. As she navigates the academy's halls, a mix of divine beings, mythical creatures, and otherworldly forces make their presence known. Amidst the school's ancient walls, Lilith will confront the shadows of her past and the curse that binds her—one that threatens not only her future but the very balance of the world itself.

As alliances shift, enemies emerge, and gods and demons manipulate the threads of fate, Lilith must choose whether to succumb to the darkness within or embrace her destiny in a world where survival is a matter of power, trust, and sacrifice.

In a universe where the battle for supremacy never ends, one question remains: Can she rewrite her fate, or will the forces of the past destroy everything she holds dear?

Vir Mali Purissimi

DATE: AUGUST 25TH, 2025, 8:00 AM.

LOCATION: AETHERIS ACADEMY LOCATED AT VYRINTHOS, CAPITAL CITY OF ZORATHIAN EMPIRE.

The morning sun bathed Vyrinthos in gold, its light reflecting off the grand spires and marble roads of the Zorathian Empire's capital. Even at dawn, the city was alive—merchants setting up their stalls, nobles riding through the streets in enchanted carriages, and cultivators honing their techniques in open courtyards. The scent of fresh bread mixed with the faint crackle of magic in the air.

Yet, above all, there stood Aetheris Academy.

Aetheris was more than a school. It was a city within a city, an institution so vast and powerful that its influence extended beyond the empire's borders. Towering walls of celestial stone guarded its perimeter, etched with ancient runes that shimmered with protective enchantments. Beyond the grand gates lay the Nexus Plaza, where students of all races and realms gathered.

Among them walked Lilith.

She moved like a specter through the crowd, her pristine white hair a stark contrast to the world around her. Crimson eyes glowed under the morning light, half-lidded with disinterest, yet sharp enough to pierce through the countless gazes directed at her. The scar—running from the top of her left eye to her bottom right cheek—was not a wound that lessened her beauty, but one that made her presence all the more haunting.

"Did you see her eyes? That's not normal."

Lilith ignored them. She always did.

Her uniform—midnight black with silver embroidery—marked her as an Elite Student, a distinction reserved for the strongest. Aetheris Academy did not separate students by age, only by ability. Strength dictated hierarchy, and hierarchy dictated survival.

A sudden force slammed into her shoulder.

Most would have been knocked off balance. Instead, it was the other person who staggered backward.

Elizabeth Céleste Windermere—or Liz, as Lilith called her—grimaced, rubbing her shoulder. Her long red braid swayed as she moved, emerald eyes flashing with irritation.

"Still walking around like a ghost?" Liz huffed. "I swear, you could give an Archdemon an existential crisis with how quiet you are."

Lilith met her gaze but said nothing.

Liz sighed dramatically. "Fine, fine. No early morning conversation, I get it." She crossed her arms, tapping her foot. "But you better start talking soon, because we're about to enter the Grand Hall—and knowing you, you probably don't even know where you're supposed to go."

Before she could start scolding, a sudden hush fell over the plaza.

A golden light descended from the sky, radiant yet controlled, like the very embodiment of celestial grace. The figure landed with effortless precision, his white wings folding behind his back. He was tall, with a chiseled frame, dressed in the same Elite Student uniform. But his was lined with gold and white, the crest of the Zorathian Royal Family displayed proudly on his chest.

Liz, however, cursed under her breath. "...Seriously? On the first day?"

The whispers around them intensified.

"It's him—Seraphiel Zorathian."

"The strongest angel of his generation."

"A direct descendant of the Emperor himself!"

Seraphiel's gaze locked onto hers.

An odd silence stretched between them. It wasn't hostility. It wasn't even curiosity. It was something else entirely.

A moment later, he looked away and strode past her without a word.

Liz let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding. "Okay. That was weird." She gave Lilith a sideways glance. "...You two know each other?"

Lilith's expression remained unreadable.

And yet, something about the way Seraphiel had looked at her felt like recognition.

The first day had only just begun.

Chapter 2: The First Day