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For centuries, angels and demons have been at war, their hatred for each other woven into the very fabric of their existence. Hybrids—born from the forced union of the two races—are considered abominations, unstable beings meant only for destruction.

But Rai is different.

Born from genuine love, Rai’s very existence defies the laws of both worlds. Unlike other hybrids, his energies do not clash—they coexist. But when his father, a high-ranking demon, discovers the truth of his birth, Rai’s life is shattered. Branded as a threat, he is forced to flee after witnessing his mother’s brutal death at the hands of the man who was supposed to protect them.

Now, hunted by both angels and demons, Rai finds himself in the care of Vael, an exiled warrior with a past as dark as his name. Under his brutal yet wise guidance, Rai must learn to harness his dual power, survive in a world that wants him dead, and uncover the secrets behind his birth.

As he grows stronger, he begins to question the war itself. Why must angels and demons hate each other? Who truly benefits from this endless cycle of bloodshed?

With a world against him and only a handful of allies by his side, Rai embarks on a journey that will challenge fate itself.

In a war where light and dark must always oppose—can a being of both carve his own path?

Rai: Dark & Light

Rai blinked, his mind still groggy from sleep. "What?"

Vael leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, his golden eyes studying Rai carefully. "That's how long I'm giving you. If you can't protect yourself after six months, I won't let you stay for a year."

Rai's breath hitched, but he swallowed hard and nodded without hesitation. "Yes."

There was no choice. This was his only chance.

A brief silence passed before Rai spoke again. "What should I call you?"

The Exiled Demon didn't hesitate. "Vael."**

No title. No grand introduction. Just Vael.

The name didn't mean anything to Rai, but something about the way he said it felt… heavy.

Vael stood, cracking his knuckles. "We'll start the first thing after you recover."

Rai exhaled in relief. His body still felt weak. Rest sounded good.

A rough shake yanked Rai out of unconsciousness.

His eyes cracked open to darkness, the faint flicker of candlelight casting eerie shadows across the tavern walls.

Vael's voice was calm but firm. "Wake up."

Rai groaned. His body felt like a corpse. His ribs still ached, his muscles barely functioned, and just the act of sitting up sent sharp pains through his arms.

Rai shot Vael a disbelieving look. "You're joking."

Rai sat up fully, wincing as his muscles screamed in protest. "I can barely move. How am I supposed to train like this?"

Vael wordlessly pulled out a small glass vial filled with a deep, shimmering blue liquid. "Drink this."

Skeptical but desperate, Rai took the vial and downed its contents. The taste was bitter, almost metallic.

Then—a surge of energy shot through him.

The exhaustion vanished. The pain faded into nothing. His body felt light, strong—like he'd never been injured at all.

Rai stared at his hands, flexing them. "What—?"

Vael smirked slightly. "Now, get up. You're out of excuses."

They moved to a clearing behind the tavern, where the cool morning air carried the scent of damp earth and wood smoke. The ground was uneven, littered with fallen leaves and scattered stones.

Vael stood in front of Rai, arms crossed. "We'll start by perfecting your Light and Dark control."

Vael nodded. "You've used your energy before, but you're letting it run wild. The key is to control it, focus it. Your first lesson—channel one into each fist."

Rai nodded. That didn't sound too difficult.

"Close your eyes," Vael instructed. "Feel your energy. Let it flow through you, not against you."

Rai took a deep breath and did as he was told.

At first, there was nothing. Just his own breathing, the soft rustle of leaves in the wind.

A flicker of warmth in his chest. A pulse in his veins.

The warmth expanded, splitting into two distinct forces. On his right, golden energy pulsed like a steady heartbeat. On his left, darkness slithered like flowing ink.

They obeyed him. They moved when he willed them to.

Both his hands glowed—one radiating brilliant celestial gold, the other shrouded in shadowy demonic crimson.

But then—his gaze fell to his left hand.

The way the demonic energy twisted around his fingers, flickering like dark fire—

It was the exact same energy that had coated his father's hand when he struck down his mother.

The world around him blurred. His heart pounded in his ears, his chest tightening as memories surged forward—his mother's scream, the way her blood splattered across the floor, the smirk on his father's face.

His body locked up. His fingers shook.

And for the first time since he had awakened his power—he was afraid of it.

Dark & Light – Chapter 4: Six Months