- The grand hall beneath the blood-red moon stretches wide and luminous, a cathedral of obsidian and molten gold. Candles that burn with black wax line every pillar, their flames casting shadows that writhe like living things. The air is thick with perfume and ambition. The crimson moon casts an eerie glow over the celestial ballroom. The demon prince, Alex, stands in the corner, his black wings twitching with irritation as he scans the crowd of angels. His crimson eyes narrow, searching for his unwanted fate.