Born before mankind recorded time, I have lived for thousands of years, believing myself to be something I'm not. Someone I'm not. Lied to and betrayed by gods, Daimons, and Dark-Hunters, I've struggled to find my way in a world where I've been cursed since the moment a vengeful goddess prematurely ripped me from my mother and planted me into the womb of an innocent woman who thought me her son. Trained as a slayer and predator, I've learned to become a tool for evil. Until I was sent to kill the one woman I couldn't. My hesitation cost her everything, including her life. Or so I thought. In an act of ultimate betrayal that makes all the others pale in comparison, I've learned that Phoebe still lives. To save her, I will have to trust enemies and friends who I'm not sure won't betray me, including a woman born of an enemy race who hates mine bitterly. And that's nothing new. I've never know whom to trust. Betrayal is my mother's milk. Yet sometimes the road to redemption is one that singes us to our very core. But if I fail in my quest, we will lost the world. Both human and Daimon.