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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

The first thing Rai noticed when he woke up was the scent of fresh bread and meat cooking downstairs. The house was warm, the early morning light creeping through the wooden window, casting long shadows across the small guest room.

Rai sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, remembering last night's conversation.

"Be careful around Mira. Don't start trouble."

He smirked to himself. It's not like I'm the one looking for trouble.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he stood, stretched, and grabbed his tunic before heading downstairs.

Toban's wife, Elena, greeted him with a warm smile as he stepped into the kitchen. "Morning, Rai. Sleep well?"

Mira was already at the table, chewing on a piece of bread. She eyed him but didn't say anything.

Elena placed a plate in front of him—eggs, toasted bread, and smoked meat.

As he picked up his fork, Mira suddenly spoke. "You ever ride a horse?"

She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. "You heard me. You ever ride a horse before?"

She grinned. "Because I'm gonna teach you today."

Elena sighed. "Mira, don't terrorize the boy first thing in the morning."

Mira rolled her eyes. "I'm not terrorizing him! I'm helping."

Rai raised an eyebrow. "Sounds like you just wanna make me look bad."

Rai sighed. "Fine. But don't blame me if I'm a natural."

After breakfast, Mira led Rai outside to the stables. The scent of hay and leather filled the air, and the soft huffs of horses greeted them as they stepped inside.

Mira pulled open a stable door, revealing a sleek brown mare. "This one's good for beginners."

Rai hesitated. "So… what do I do?"

Mira rolled her eyes. "First, you get on."

Rai tried—but the horse moved just as he put his foot in the stirrup, making him stumble.

Mira smirked. "You're stiff. Relax, or the horse will feel it."

Rai took a deep breath, tried again, and this time—he got on.

Rai grinned. "Told you I'd be a natural."

Mira smirked. "You're sitting on it. That's not riding."

The next hour was… an experience.

Mira led the horse slowly at first, showing Rai how to hold the reins, how to signal turns, and most importantly—how not to fall off.

At first, Rai was tense, gripping the reins too tightly.

"Relax," Mira called out. "You're not wrestling it!"

Within an hour, he was moving at a steady trot.

Mira finally nodded. "Alright. You're not completely useless."

Rai smirked. "I'll take that as a compliment."

As the midday sun rose high, the two of them sat on the fence near the stable, watching the horses graze.

Mira turned to Rai. "So, you and Vael. Where are you heading?"

Rai looked away. "Just… traveling."

She didn't press further, simply watching the horizon.

He glanced at her. "You're not exactly normal yourself."

Far from the quiet farm, Vael stood in the forest, tracking prey.

His movements were silent, precise—the instincts of a warrior, buried beneath years of self-restraint.

Yet, as he crouched near the underbrush, sensing movement in the trees, he couldn't shake the unease creeping into his thoughts.

Dark & Light – Chapter 13: A Day in Redgrove