My bloodline was one of those that founded the Empire—one of the families that, for many generations, stood guard between the world of people and demons until high-born intrigues led us to poverty and ruin. From my ancestors, I inherited only blood memory and a demon mentor. However, the Morozov line will live as long as it has its last representative—and I’m definitely not going to be the last.
It’s time to change the state of affairs, take back what’s rightfully ours, and let everyone remember why we’re called the White-Haired demons…