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“You can bring back everyone you’ve lost. It will only cost your sanity.”

The king is dead, murdered by an interloper from the future—a manic copy of his own son, hellbent on forcibly reversing a disastrous timeline. The true Damian Roswald—a hedonistic crown prince bereft of magical talent—finds his comfortable life upended by his father’s murder and assassins from his own future.

“There are none left who can judge us, so we must be our own executioner. That is the cursed fate of those few named Damian Roswald.” 

With politicians plotting his demise, his royal cousins scheming for the empty throne, and warring churches tearing the grieving city apart, Damian must accept the tragedy of his countless futures—or else, find himself doomed to repeat them. But can a mere mortal decide their own fate in a world governed by almighty angels? 

“Find me, Damian Roswald. And I’ll tell you why the stars fell.”

For three centuries, even the wisest men have accepted that the night sky was once populated by ‘stars’—until a terrible calamity plunged mankind into a Dark Age. From the darkness, the Roswalds rose to power, but few know that the first crown was forged with the blood of a slaughtered god…

Damian must endure countless tragedies and the consequences of his own future actions to reach the peace he desires—but could the true threat be hiding not in his future, but in his own distant past?

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A Thread of Broken Fate

You've already been here before.

Lynn narrowed her eyes at Damian's statement. Her mind raced and her heart thrashed in her chest, trying to understand just how much this future-borne Damian could potentially know about this timeline—or what the Holy Order was planning.

"What do you mean?" she asked cautiously, trying to feel Damian out. "How did you know we were going to attack this building tonight?"

"How difficult is this for you to understand? I'm from the future. I always thought you were a clever woman, Lynn. That was one of the reasons I loved you. But alas, I see that I was mistaken; your intelligence was just another falsehood that you hid behind. Your birthright, your Sacrifice, your intelligence—all lies fed to the Crown to secure your own position."

and thus, god wept.