Stefania knows only duty.

For five hundred long years, cloak stitched with a king cobra heavy on her skin, she has gathered the souls of the dying. Her sole companion is a sarcastic shape-shifter and her only friends are the mortals whose souls she will eventually gather. Death's loneliness, it seems.

But when she cradles the soul of a traumatised girl, something dormant awakens within her. With that, she is no longer an invisible servant of death but a weapon against the demon of destruction. She becomes the Seraph of Light, the most celebrated prophecy that ever existed. She becomes the prophesied saviour of Vitajria.

Thrown into the rusty restrains of a war which has been brewing for aeons, she must navigate through kidnapping of her friend's soul, the existence of slavery and keeping the host of Destruction safe. 

Then there is Amudilio. He is ancient, he is enigmatic, and he also betrayed their friendship five hundred years ago. Yet in the frozen darkness of Nav and restrains of the mission, Stefania begins to see his heart beneath the crown—against better judgement, despite five hundred years of solitude, she begins to feel something she can never have.
She can never know love, for, in order to save the whole of Vitajria from Destruction, she must die. ​

'Tell me, Amudilio, can you let her go?'

 

Amudilio Could not.