The Angel World, bathed in eternal light, was like the cradle of the universe's purity. Its sky was a magnificent canopy draped in silvery mist, where night never dawned. Even without a sun or moon, a soft radiance emanating from every object illuminated the entire environment. Golden waterfalls cascaded silently over crystal rocks, creating a subtle musical rhythm as if thousands of lute strings were being played at once.
The ground was covered in soft azure grass, with clusters of tiny flowers sparkling like blue sapphires scattered upon it. The scent of divine blooms constantly drifted on the breeze, as if washing away any impure thoughts from the heart. Grand mansions built of white stone and floating crystal staircases hung in the sky like the branching limbs of a sakura tree made of clouds.
No ominous sound of discord or anger was heard there, only the sound of the massive white wings of the angels beating. Dressed in golden robes, they walked upon the mist without making a sound. It was a paradise of divine peace where death, disease, or pain never set foot. Here, time hardly flowed; there was only endless joy and an eternal, tranquil monotony. To a first-time visitor, this place appears so. Yet, no one can say anything is truly as it appears.
Shattering that magnificent silence, a strange scent of blood, never felt before, began to seep through the mist. It was both a desecration of purity and a dark omen of destiny. Beneath the thousand fierce eyes of the Divine Council peering from golden pillars, young Fengyi knelt as the chill of death gripped her body.
Protected in her arms like her very life were the golden-glowing little Chenxi and her twin sister, Yeyue. While a divine sunlight-like radiance emanated from Chenxi, Yeyue's body emitted a purple glow tainted with the darkness of the abyss. Standing amidst that dark halo, Yeyue looked at the world with a strange silence, as if recognizing the divine wrath swirling around her.
"This is impossible! How can a seed of darkness be born from our pure blood?" The Chief Angel's voice thundered like a bolt of lightning.
Fengyi pressed her two children closer to her chest through her flowing tears. "No... this is not their fault! This is my life, my own blood!" she cried out in deathly agony.
"Light and darkness born of the same womb cannot coexist in this universe!" the cruel order was issued. "Cast the dark child into the abyss! Kill the child who carries the light!"
"No...!"
In the face of that barbaric judgment, Fengyi's motherhood became a defiance. Spreading her massive white wings, she leaped down from the great gate of the divine world, carrying both children. She desired for her children to live, even amidst the sufferings of the human world, rather than face the punishment of the gods.
She fell onto the human world with a great crash. From that violent fall, her divine wings were shattered, and she became an ordinary woman. Rising from the dust, she looked at her daughters with a heart trembling in pain.
"My precious daughter..." she kissed the forehead of Yeyue, who radiated the dark glow, staining it with a tear. "In this world, staying with this appearance will be a death warrant for you. Leave me, daughter... go and hide somewhere."
She whispered to Yeyue in a heart-wrenching tone, looking into her eyes. "I will protect your younger sister, Chenxi. She cannot fight alone like you. We will meet again someday."
Fengyi abandoned her eldest daughter in a dark forest as if tearing out her own soul. She knew that Yeyue would somehow survive due to the strength inherited from her Demon blood. Carrying the little Chenxi, Fengyi stepped toward human settlements, hoping to hide her own identity as well as those of her children from the world.