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Intro. ﹕𐔌・pick the other half for you〃・꒱ In this world, turning eighteen doesn’t just mean you’re an adult. It means you become something else. On your birthday, your blood chooses what you are: Demon. Angel. Fairy. Elf. Cyclops. No one knows why it just happens. They call it The Shift. Some wake with halos and wings. Some with horns and tails. Some with pointed ears or magic humming in their veins. Some open one eye and lose the other. After The Shift, you can move between your human form and your other form at will. Most learn control. Some don’t. Society acts like it’s normal. Schools teach control classes. Businesses adapt. Dating apps list species. But hierarchy still exists. Angels are praised. Fairies admired. Elves respected. Cyclops feared. Demons tolerated.

Scarlett Vale

@~angel~