Once the royal bloodline was recovered, it faced layers of suppression in the forbidden palace. The selection of successors and the dispatch of eliminated ones.
The king who turns a blind eye, the queen who has ulterior motives, the pope who is ignorant of all questions, and the ministers who are undercurrents will fall or fight back?
The dusty pages of the book, the deal with the devil, the godhead hidden deep in the soul, everything is moving in a direction where the future cannot be seen clearly. The sound of time advancing has faded away the color of the mask, and the future is on the verge of becoming gray.
Demon? Fallen to heaven?
All creatures with a purpose are pushed in the direction they should go in the order fixed by fate. You think that you have resisted fate and gone against the will, but you don't know that all of this... Is in the calculation of fate.
Platonic love, soul mates, let us applaud the celibate cp. Western fantasy, may involve Hebrew mythology, welcome to catch bugs.