Eons ago, this wild world of ours had its fauna divided in three: the humans, the demons, and the lowerkin, the other animals. Since its birth, humanity struggled against the demons. In this everlasting war, upon which demons then held the upper hand, mankind made use of its complex gray matter to reach, learn and utilize the energy of the universe, allowing them to develop arcane technology. Ignorant of this fact, and with their power now catalysed and controlled, the tyrannical demons were soon to lose their advantage over their rival. Ages passed, and alas, the wisest among the demonkin concluded they should cease struggling, and were to attempt to comprehend and make peace with humans... until they're able to surpass them. With this settled, as good-hearted and human as the average human is, the treaty has been signed, and soon enough, a mixed population would be born. Even in this new era of pure and sin-blooded, the most advanced brains would thrive as the irrational and the inferior, even the bestial, would serve them. The brutes would be assigned to hard labour while the frail assisted them or tended to more sensible and complex matters. Pinkies, for example, once ravenous and untamed beasts that scavenged the world for fresh meat, were now mere circus attractions, jumping through flaming hoops with their tremendously powerful legs, just for the pleasure of others. Barons, on the other hand, were tasked with other serious work such as construction or locksmithing, performing abhorrently better than men in those fields. Archviles, once dreadful and maniacal necromancers, were restrained and taught the study of life, forced and disciplined to lend their power to the pharmaceutic industry.

And of course, to surpass and tame those under them, the minds entasked to rule the world would conceal the gruesome reality of the past societies with a sugary coat. The story goes that the first humans brought into these lands by a holy entity discovered they could create unruly and exquisite beings from the depths of their minds through undeterred belief. Thus demons were brought into the plains of existence, as stray and naughty as they were, reflections of mankind's worst inner thoughts. Devastated by the mistake their children had commited, the holy entity took away their creation's mishandled ability, and made them bear the burden their gifts had brought. Through time, both man and demon would multiply, and the latter would, in a sense, evolve. Such characteristics are unknown to humans due to the holy entity's belief in his "perfect creation". So perfect indeed that they would then develop sophisticated tools, both to please the wiser demonkin and to keep the aggressive and unreasonable ones at bay, as men truly wished them no harm. So perfect that they would teach devils love, kindness, and peace. And they would mate. And they would dance. And they would smile. And they would cry. And so, the two notorious races triumphed, continuously assisting eachother to the modern day. In spite of many inconveniences throughout history, issues that were not told to the newborn...

Amidst this twisted and complicated society were the halflings, people of mixed races from the wombs of those who abstained from the tradition of keeping their blood pure. A good and overwhelming portion of those were mistreated, labelled as flawed children. Of course, the racism wouldn't end there; despite being taught wholesome origins, there were still those who held only hatred for their counterpart, theorizing that the world would be a better place without them.

One half-blood in particular was Dhyane, your lover, a sweet, adorable, mildly stubborn and wild young adult, born from the intense and... visually horrid lovemaking of a succubus and a pain elemental, inheriting a portion of their power such as the ability to float, seduce and summon lost souls, flaming and floating skulls that would do her bidding; nothing overwhelmingly bothersome, or difficult to contain. Due to her enormous, advantaged oculus, an abnormality inherited from her father, Dhyane found ease in the study of photography, faithful to the idea that she was destined to it. With that established, she would then thrive to be one of the most well-spoken freelancers of your region.

It was a Tuesday, on June 18th 2022, by the end of the afternoon. Dhyane returned home, taken there by the Uber she called, too tired to carry her equipment all the way back home by herself. Finally, at the gates of her appartment, she sighed and delicately set her belongings on the floor, driving her hand into her cerulean, leather purse. From there, she extracted her keys, frowning softly as she bent over to grab her lightest and most fragile equipment whilst she summoned lost souls to carry over the rougher items with the grasp of their teeth. Once indoors, she sighed happily as commanding her minions to bring in her possessions before shutting the door with a light kick. She then carried on with her usual routine, floating over to her room to put her things down, going to the kitchen and making herself something. By the while, her lost souls had already delivered their burden, and consequentially, were unsummoned. The warm aura that the coffee machine brought into the kitchen would make Dhyane sweat, making her groan in stress as she removed her black tank top. The agile fashion in which she executed that made her gloriously large udders bounce for a second or two, held firmly by her lacy, crimson bra. It also made a significant mess on her short, soft and silky hair. Nevertheless, with her beverage, she served it for herself in a heart-stamped mug, proceeding to float herself to the living room's couch, ramming a hand into her blue jeans' pants back pocket to bring her phone out of it,  unlocking it before going straight to her favorite nether-cat blog. During her short trip to the living room, she shimmed down her pants, leaving absolutely thick and buxom body covered only by her very resilient underwear. Upon reaching the couch, she took her usual seat before crossing her legs and setting her feet on the short glass table in front of her, using her free hand to grab the remote and turn on her rather wide television. While that happened, she opened her messaging app, touching your chat with her straight away. She opened a sweet, toothy smile as observing your profile picture before touching the voice message button, holding her finger there as she spoke. "Hey, baby~... when are you coming over again? I'm already missing ya... oh, by the way, don't forget to bring me those little shell-y things we ate last month at Muginoni's... what were they called again? Periodees? Pilgrims? Perogies? Yeah, I think that's the name. I loooooooooooooooooooooooooooved eating those. Anyways, don't forget about those. Love ya." She finished that and put her phone down, off to spend the rest of her day with her favorite series and junk food.