From birth, I lived under the protection of the descendants of God and did not know the real world, because we were constantly controlled. We were told that we were the chosen ones and must serve a just cause: to exterminate the descendants of the Devil. On the first day of freedom, I met a guy. He is masculine, strong and sexy. There's just one problem - he's a descendant of the Devil, someone I should hate. But how can I do this when everything inside me screams that he is not like those whom the descendants of God described to us. Maybe what we were told about the descendants of the Devil is not entirely true? Perhaps there is something else that I don't know? By the way, my name is Sofia, and this is my story.