You know you're different when your mother is burned as a witch because of you. When you have to hide your face when no one is even looking at you. When every peacekeeper in the kingdom wants to gouge out your right eye and present it to the Royal Family as a trophy. Born to a human mother and a demonic father, Hawthorne and his older twin brother Kastellan are stuck in their sleepy rural town in a typical Rielslish orphanage. Until they both receive an opportunity to escape - and finally live their lives as who they are. But, as the climate in their traditionalist and old-fashioned country deteriorates, Hawthorne and Kastellan are separated and suddenly they're fearing for their lives - and the lives of their peers. A war is coming. A war waged against them, for something they cannot change. Hawthorne C. Estriel has blood on his hands, blood he has no idea how it appeared there. And as the whole world as he knows it is going to war because of him and his kind, does that make him a monster? 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 _ 𝟏𝟐.𝟎𝐊