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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

Before the beginning, there was a great darkness, and it swallowed all the world. In the shadows did man lament, miserable and crawling, as a snake in the dust. Beastly and misbegotten, they were abandoned by their creator, unsightly and ignorant. Thus did man exist in the void, unguided and hopeless.

Into this formless void came the spark of all life. So did the Great Flame take pity upon the plight of man, such wretched creatures. Born of warmth and vigor and wrath, the Great Angel did descend upon the mortal realm, and in Their kindness and humility, They bestowed hope to all mankind.

With terrible wrath, the Great Angel did cast away the shadows. They clashed against the Great Enemy, and for many generations, the land buckled and the seas churned. But yet did the Angel did triumph, and with Their mighty Sword, They slew Their hated foe; and the darkness was scattered into a thousand thousand fragments, cursed to live as a shadow cast by the brilliance of the Flame's light.

"O' Great Angel, Thou hath saved us," the people cried, and a great host of them fell before the Angel's feet, and they wept. "Our children and our children's children, and our children's children's children shall know the might of Your Power, and the terror of Your Wrath, and the warmth of Your Vigor."

And so did the people take the Angel's Flame into Their hearts; and such was the pact they made with their bloodline. Their children were to be baptized at birth, submerged in the holiest of waters warmed by the Flame, and so would the Angel's Flame be passed twixt generations, as a torch is passed through the night.

The Great Angel of the Flame looked upon Their people and so proclaimed; "Ye are My flock, My chosen servants. Carry Mine Flame against the darkness, against the most dreaded enemies of the Deep, and ye shall know peace and prosperity at My breast."

And so, many did accept the grace of the Angel, and swore service unto the Angel. Yet, long had the shadows grown, whispering evil into the hearts of the weak and wicked, and thus did many coward wretches fall to the Great Enemy.

So did the great beginning of mankind give way to that tragedy so unique to the folly of man—war, and the clash of brother against brother.

Codice Inferni, Book of the Kiln (Part 1)