Having been hiding away from the world for centuries and living in a remote mysterious island unlocated. He finally discovers a mundane;a young boy shipwrecked and left stranded at the shores of the island half dead with a Ravener demon poison coursing through his veins. Craving a mundanes(someone of the human world) company over the years,thus he decided to save his live.For three days, the young boy ;Drake Wayland thought slowly. All his thoughts ran as thickly and slowly as blood or honey. "I have to wake up".But he couldn’t.The dreams held him, one after the other, a river of images that bore him along like a leaf tossed in a current. He saw how a Ravener demon killed his dad and how he singlehandedly killed the Ravener demon but however got poisoned by it and then how he woke up in very dark cave. He also saw his mother lying in a hospital bed, eyes like bruises in white face. He saw himself, standing atop a pile of bones with white feathered wings sprouting out of his back. A

"Don't move!" Drake stopped moving at once while the strange demon folded identical pairs of near-transparent wings into the thick, rotten hide on it's backs. It was a thin creature of wasted leathery skin stretched over elongated bones. The grey skin around it's mouths pulled tautly across two rows of sharp fangs which dripped viscous yellow pus. It stank to high-heaven. Drake staggered backward in fear as he hide behind Shinigami who was not even bothered.The creature smile didn’t touch his eyes. Something wasn’t right. Shinigami could taste strangeness on the unexpected visit of Normak. The most powerful demon on Shinigami Island. "Mundanes are not allowed to be here?" Normak sprawled it's fang as he spoke."He is with me and will be with me until he leaves" Shinigami stated but it seem like it didn't go well with Normak. Normak was well meaning even,he said to protect the island from invasion of any worlds of the Umbra World, so,he deemed it fit that he had to kill the mundane

Before he knew it, Drake had arrived at the entrance to his home when he saw the refurbished house in front of him, he felt a sense of relief with a taste of bitterness as he had no idea how his mum and little sis held up during the five years. My mum and sister must have suffered alot and just behind him was a boutique, he turned back and glanced through the shop front and saw a young girl idling behind the counter, looking bored and flipping through the pages of a magazine. "I need to meet my mum and sister,but what's the rush?,I need to atleast put on some new threads and ensure that nobody knows he stayed at the mysterious island where they'll know shinigami lives. The downworlder would definitely go after him to hunt him down and mundanes would think he is mad because to them it was a myth. Thus,he resolved into that he would lie that he was in prison.A tiny bell chimed over the door when he turned and entered into the boutique, and the girl at the counter glanced up, smiled b

Out of excitement he just walked briskly but in a rush manner towards the hotel.Happy that atleast his sister is alive and he has found her. The hotel didn’t look like much—a low brick building that sagged in the middle like a collapsed soufflé. A battered neon sign proclaiming the restaurant’s name hung sideways and was sputtering. Two men in long coats and tipped-forward felt hats slouched in front of the narrow doorway. There were no windows, it looked like a prison. Drake saw that after Clara and the other girls entered the hotel bar,they were brought to the back. He followed behind closely.He got stopped at the front door by one of the slouching men. As he straightened, Drake caught a glimpse of his face under the hat. His skin was dark red, his squared-off hands ending in blue-black nails. mundanes would get their selfs stiffened, but Drake seemed unconcerned. He said something to the man, who nodded and stepped back, allowing him to pass.The slouching men were in glamour. T

A group of men sit in a conference room all talking informally and completely relaxed waiting for the head of the downworld.The umbra world was into two parts the downword - Vampires, werewolves, umbra hunters , warlocks and witches/wizards - and the mundane - human- world.Majority of the men in the conference room were quite young in age, they were the vampires being already dead cannot die again. Their lifespan multiplies very fast rendering them immortal. The specks of the older men among were the minority, a few of the alpha (pack leaders),umbra hunters and the mundanes that relatively aged,the only woman present was the head of the witches of Delta city. She was fairly old too.It was the last Friday of the month, the usual meeting day of the downworld.The pack leaders of each of the werewolves' pack, the vampires head, a warlock/witch representative and of course a mundane and an umbra hunter were present. The sole or ulterior motive of the meeting were to maintain stability be