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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

Damian had expected to be caged in a damp, cold cell.

Nothing about his alter's personality had led him to believe otherwise; in fact, every moment he remained alive was an increasing contradiction. In the first minutes and hours after he'd been spirited away by the Ninth Seat of the High Table, Damian had been expecting a blade through his throat at any moment.

Instead, the other Damian had used his Flame-blessed powers to heal the wounds he'd inflicted on Damian's shoulders and thighs, allowing him to walk again. After that, it seemed as though the future-borne Damian had become bored or distracted, since he left abruptly without saying a word.

insanity reflected in a broken mirror (1).