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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

Following his provocation, the future-borne Damian flicked his finger, beckoning for Damian to follow him.

The Crown Prince clenched his jaw, only now realizing the danger he'd walked into—perhaps even been goaded into. After all, this maniacal alter seemed to crave battle of any form; perhaps he'd hoped that Damian would eventually challenge him.

But that doesn't feel right. He genuinely doesn't want to kill me right now—otherwise, why bother kidnapping my family? Clearly, they're here as hostages. I do know how he thinks after all…

He watched the other Damian walk away down a side corridor, flanked by two white-masked Apostles. The others remained on guard in the dining room, showing no apparent interest in the food or their guests.

I need to think of this as an opportunity—to learn everything I can about why this version of myself ended up the way he did.

insanity reflected in a broken mirror (2).