Damien Cross wasn’t always a tormented man with blood on his hands, in his first life, he carved out a reputation as a demon hunter, relentless, infamous even, completely wrapped up in the crusade handed down by his order. No questions asked, that’s how it went, year after year: monsters fell, orders came in and Damien followed them blindly, then everything changed the night they sent him after Luna Voss.Now, Luna,she was nothing like what he’d expected, half-witch by birthright, silver eyes that almost seemed to belong somewhere else entirely; honestly, she barely fit into the brutal world she got thrown into. His mission. Simple on paper: eliminate her.Instead,She turned around and healed him, using magic she should’ve kept hidden,to pull him back from death’s door when no one else would have bothered. He could’ve finished her off anyway, but he didn’t. That choice flipped everything upside down for both of them. It started secretly: him loving her behind closed doors (if you can even call it love at first)..But secrets don’t stay buried for long, not in his line of work,and soon enough the brotherhood caught wind of what he’d done. The price. They killed Luna themselves, a punishment meant for Damien, but paid in someone else's blood. He died not long after that; grief tore through him so savagely it unleashed something dark inside he’d never realized was there before. Fast forward,or rather rewind, a decade slips away and suddenly Damien jolts awake ten years earlier inside his own younger skin: twenty years old again, standing right at the threshold where all this madness began,the very night he signed away his life to the hunters’ brotherhood.No betrayals yet, no slaughter, no Luna, not yet. But here’s the twist: this time around saving her isn’t enough for Damien.. He wants to rip out the rot at its core,to topple every last piece of machinery responsible for destroying her, from within their ranks if need be.Thing is, fate isn’t exactly turning its thumbs while Damien plots revenge from behind enemy lines. Prophecies,the kind written about in dusty tomes nobody really believes until they happen, are already coming alive again beneath everyone’s feet. The brotherhood keeps tabs on every move he makes now; trust has gone out the window (not that there ever was much). And then there’s Luna herself,still untouched by tragedy at this point, yet somehow already sensing something off-kilter whenever their paths cross; like déjà vu you just can’t shake or a memory hovering at arm's length, but never quite landing where you can see it clearly. Strange times ahead,for both of them, but maybe this go-round will end differently...if Damien has anything to say about it.