Astaroth, borne of fire from heaven was a magnificent being. His hair were myriads of silver shade color and he had the truest black, shining pair of orbs that harbor the power of an angel. His wings which originally pure white had been dyed black; the color of the God he was serving. No one knew how many wings he had. Some said he held the strongest, bearing the burden of Octet who have four pair of wings. All four pairs represented his power. He was described as a demon by occultist yet he was also rumored to be a beautiful, young man with a sensual aura.

Thousands of years ago, he, along with the other Solomon demons fought in the war to protect the demi-human and demons against humans who had their mind corrupted by spread deceits of their own kind, causing the demons and demi-human hated by the human race. These were concealed facts that were kept by all the human kingdoms and never revealed.

Amila smiled while her eyes contained the grief that she had faced in the war. She was, at that time, a toddler in her growing age. Her parents had died as a result of the war called, The Great Daemonium War. Jihyo listened to her carefully as her forehead wrinkled when Amila described how horrible the war was. Until now, most demons and demi-human were still hiding and some made effort to build a kingdom of their own. The Kingdom of Varg, for example, and the Great Alliance of Antiquorum, who called themselves the ancient creature of the world that lives even before the human had existed.

As soon as Amila ended her stories, Jihyo walked away and sat in front of the peculiar formation on the wall, as if there was a door could be opened there. Jihyo touched the formation of ancient magic on the wall. The vein of tree roots unraveled themselves and showed another formation. Layers of sweat formed on her h