(Prologue)
Many years ago when the world was new, there was almost perfect harmony between life and death, titans and gods, demons and the lea humans, and magic and logic. The key stones of this, seemingly perfect correlation were the souls of the arch Angel, Henah, and the Grotesquerie, Querøn. Each had their own perspectives on the day and night of the living and dead, Henah was the day and Querøn was the night.
Both were crucial until the day they realized each other's existence, then chaos broke: lives were stolen, magic begun to create friction with the world at large, above all, the possession of the human bodies- dead or alive- sparked. The Unholy Civil World erupted...
Henah and Querøn had to figure out ways to manage their own worlds and still remain oblivious to each other, even though they knew to seek each other's help.
Querøn plunged into the drunken stage of his monarchy, letting his heirs shed their demands onto the nightshaded realm of Helheim. One of which had somehow managed to conceive a single rose that had the power to bring forth the darkness of Helheim to the upper worlds of Vahalla and Earth.
Henah, realizing the power of the rose, sent out Animas to seize and obliterate this demonic portal-like ruin. None were successful, so in the frustration that Henah discovered in failure of the Animas she banished every single one of them from Vahalla. Exasperated, she sought out the rose herself. Henah would destroy this demonic figment with the will she had preserved for this precise trauma...
The air in France as always been a peculiar one to foreigners, and the tourists and natives have never quite gotten to acquainted with each other. So is true of those who come from the world Below and Above the surface of this great world we humans call home. They do not understand the point of all of this...