I am the One Who Sees the Darkness. Other people’s sins and crimes leave invisible scars on my skin, drawing out tiny pieces of my soul. One day, I broke the law: I performed a forbidden, ancient ritual, wishing to reclaim my sight.
He is the Black Marshal of the Inquisition, whose will knows no refusals. He came to use my gift for revenge. He appeared to buy back my sin, to claim it, to save me from an inevitable death—or… to destroy me once and for all.
We are like black and white, like Yin and Yang, like Light and Darkness. So different, yet truly each other’s halves. We are loners, in need of genuine feelings. Our pairing is a gift from the gods or a curse. And this truth will lead us to union—or to destruction.
I am a Witch. He is the Punishing Hand of the Inquisition.