AnathaShesha

In the year 2033 it began. 

Gods, monsters, devils, angels, every higher creature from every mythology began to bless those they found worthy and share their powers. 

Eventually with the emergence of the gates, we realized they were preparing us. 

The so called chosen heroes who enter gates are known as the Blessed and in it’s become the most sought after career in the world. 

They are the most famous and well known people in the entire world and some are even the leaders of their own nations. 

They are immensely powerful, beautiful, and charming beings. 

After five whole years, we still have no idea what the higher’s criteria are for blessing a human. 

Despite the seemingly loose criteria, only 1 percent of the population actually end up as blessed and gain the privilege of entering gates and defending our world. 

With all of the excitement around the Blessed, we seem to have forgotten the most important question. 

Why are they doing this for us and what will they require in return? 

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Additional tags : 

- yuri (MCs sister and best friend.) 

Milf (MC is a milf hunter so most of the women in the harem will be cougars.

Character development is a bit slower compared to my other novels because Malachi is meant to feel like a real person. 

If you start reading this with the expectation that Mal is going to be some cool bastard with no emotions who treats everyone around him like they’re disposable, then boy o boy are you in for the shock of your fucking life.

Blessed by Night

Arias fixed himself in the mirror while staring hard at his reflection.

He had been told by many that he was a handsome individual by the masses. He didn't see it.

If he were honest, he had never seen himself as some pinnacle of attractiveness for the female or male gaze.

He found that Malachi or Morgan were better suited for those kinds of titles. In his mind, he saw himself as an ordinary man. Albeit a comical one. And at other times, a bipolar sort. It depended on the hour.

But today, he wasn't sure which description fit his mood best. If his mother was here, he would have known. She always seemed to know him better than he knew himself.

"How long are you going to stare at yourself, boss?"

Arias hardly had the heart to smile back at his secretary. "I'll be done in a minute, I'm just... taking in my final few moments of freedom."

So This Is How It Ends...