History remembered wars...
But as time passes, the reason why they started becomes blurred.
Was it land?
Riches?
Opportunity?
Who knows...
Long before the current kingdoms had risen – long before the borders between demon and human lands had been carved into maps – there had been only bloodshed. A war so old that time itself had worn smooth the truth of it...
Some claimed the demons attacked first.
Others swore humanity had struck the opening blow.
Neither side could prove it anymore.
And maybe it was irrelevant at this point...
However---
Somewhere, someone remembered.
Someone powerful enough to pull at the strings of fate.
Was it a god?
A goddess?
Or a spirit?
It didn't matter to this story.
But that someone refused to let those memories die...
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I loved him!
I knew it was forbidden.
I was a human princess.
He was the Solitum d'Traxum of the demons.
The head of them all, the leader of demon kind.
But when we met---
