Supernaturals. Such a simple, elegant word. Yet it describes the grotesque ghouls, haunting banshees and Hellspawn which remain in our world. A word vanquished by these things, the beauty of several creatures ignored. Powerful phoenixes, stunningly beautiful angels, alluring vampires, the statuesque of werewolves and a race that was almost diminished to rags, shrouded in secrecy the Dragonai.

As long as you’re different, people tend to notice yet these mortals live in blissful ignorance of these beasts. They might not know how or why, but they have that sensation of danger--a shiver, coldly creeping up their spine; that hair raising tingle which lurks up on them. Supernaturals are considered freaks of nature, the monsters which were told to keep children away from the night’s end.  

But far away...there’s another world. Built by the legendary Lucifer, a fallen angel from Heaven. A world made for supernaturals, for these “monsters”. This world named Paradis Sigur. However, within this Paradis Sigur, there’s an academy. A place to train the next generation of saviors, warriors and protectors. Academia.

Academia is no different from any other school, mortal or supernatural even if it hosts the finest, toughest creatures of legend and dreams. There are cliques, gangs, teachers’ pets, little nerds and outcasts … meaning there are also those asses who are kingkas and queenkas. A school meant for freaks of nature, beasts and monsters of all sorts, people who rather unique abilities. If someone who was isolated in the human world, praised in Paradis Sigur for their eliteness, then they should be able to rise to the top …But what if, you’re still considered different. Still an outcast. Still isolated. Still targeted and hunted.

Soulmates are everywhere meant to be discovered, treasured and loved. What will happen if you and your soulmates happen to be self-proclaimed cursed enemies?