From magic and science, the ultimate vessel was made. Pale skin, snowy silk hair, and fins that reflected and shimmered under all light, she was the perfect body for a god that doesn't exist yet was promised to someday come.

Synthesized within the walls of a seadweller cult, Aingel was worshipped and revered, but treated as no lesser than a doll. She could not speak or act for herself, and was treated poorly if she ever tried. She wasn't supposed to have LIFE, she was supposed to be a vessel for their god. She was supposed to be a sacrifice. An offering. A way for the god to walk on material earth.

With her solitude came comfort from the shadows. A vile horror terror named Heilel would speak sweet promises to her, but it was these promises that brought her a sense of belonging. To her, the darkness was a real god, and someone tangible for her to hold. She would give her body to the darkness, allowing the horror terror to possess her and use her as he saw fit-- but it was no longer conquest. She was his in a way he wouldn't admit, and in the same way, he was hers.

This sparked a new fire in Aingel. She could learn. She could speak. She could happily form thoughts and words and use them, and most importantly discover herself. As the darkness moves in her, she moves in the light, growing stronger until... well... until it will be nigh impossible to call her a doll. He will teach her how to fall from grace, and she will be free from her cage.

Someday.

But until someday comes, day and night have never before loved each other so fiercely.