It has always been forbidden for the children of light and the children of darkness to have contact with one another. Although light and darkness had to keep their equilibrium, they were like brother and sister, but also the worst enemies.
In the course of time there were always wars between light and shadow.
It was an eternal vicious circle. Neither side won nor lost the other. It has always been like that.
But even among the gods and demons there were those who were more exceptional than rule.
The daughter of Visuel, the Lord of Light, and the son of Nocturnal, also called the Mother of the Night, were these exceptions.
On the evening of the 16th birthday of Aeonis, that was the name of Visuel's daughter, they met for the first time.
Visuel gave a big party for his eldest daughter. With dance and wine. It should have been a masked ball. All residents of the empire were invited to the festival.
But Angelus, Nocturnal's youngest son, also heard about the festival. He wanted to be there too. Wanted to dance, turn the girls' heads, wanted to see Aeonis only once.
So it happened that he asked her to dance, talked to her and joked.
That night stayed in both hearts forever.
It was the night when light and shadow touched each other for the first time.
But that night also passed and so Angelus had to part with Aeonis with a heavy heart.
It was a long time before they saw each other again. Again at a masquerade ball. Again they danced and joked. Again light and shadow came closer to each other.
So close that a single kiss was enough to curse both children forever.
As fate once foretold. Light and shadow would never belong to each other.
And so it should be.
The war came and Angelus had to fight side by side with his brothers while Aeonis was looked after and protected by their family.
However, no one knew anything about the secret she was carrying with her.A secret that bore witness to the love between her and the Son of Darkness. A secret that would soon no longer be a secret.
Time passed and she still didn't hear from her lover.
Months passed, almost a year.
Even the baby could hardly take her grief away. Every time she looked at the child, she was reminded of her black angel who fought for her somewhere out there.
It became quieter in the realms and there was still no sign of life from him until one day a messenger broke down in front of Visuel's residence. When he came to, he told of the war he had witnessed. Reported how the brothers fell. One after the other.
A world collapsed for Aeonis. Was that the price they both had to pay? The punishment for a love that should never have been?
Sorrow ate away at the young heart until in the end she saw no way out. She placed the child, a boy, carefully in the arms of her younger brother Janus before she went to look for her lover. "Where you are, I also want to be" were the last words she spoke.