He killed my mother and I will end him if it's the last thing I do. I was only nineteen when it happened. The feathers, the blood. Him. A hulking onyx male with wings as dark as night. Then he was gone, and I was left with her cooling body and a hole the size of his fist in my chest. My uncle saved me that night, trained me, and gave me a purpose. Every step I take, every battle I fight, gets me one step closer to him. All monsters must die; but he's at the top of my list.