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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

And it should be with the greatest of regrets that humanity was brought out of the terrifying Dark Age of the Starfall, and so blessed by the virtues of the Heavens, yet remained fundamentally as savage and beastly as our forefathers of yore.

Indeed, one should have hoped that the confirmation of otherworldly brings beyond our ken—that is, the existence of the Heavens, and of the Angels—would have broadened the scope of the human mind and enlightened us as a species.

And yet, in all our hubris and wrath, we enslaved the Flame and banished the Deep. Do such actions represent the general will of humanity, or the arrogance and ignorance of the ruling few? And should that be true, does the blame lay not with the great masses, who outnumber the kings and empires by so large a number?

So, too, shall humanity one day be shackled beneath the yoke of those we grant life unto; should the universe conspire to repeat events, are we not laying the road for our own future? After all, to man, a flame in the dark is like a God-sent gift; surely our technology would seem Godly unto some lesser creature—and yet should those lesser creatures rise against us, one must wonder if we would not have deserved our fate.

With the dark legacy of the Starfall still present in the minds of so many, we must atone for our sins against the Angels. We must free the chained Flame, and welcome the Deep into our hearts and homes. Only by embracing the gifts these beings offer us shall we truly understand what it means to ascend as a species.

Anything less shall surely condemn us to another Dark Age—and this time, no Angel nor God would be foolish enough to take pity on mankind a second time.

(Footnote: The author of this treatise is unknown. The record itself has been reconstructed from partially-destroyed original copies; cross-referencing suggests the author was subsequently tried and hung by the Holy Order of the Flame for heresy in c. 33 A.S.)

On The Natures Of The Flame and Deep (c. 32 A.S., Author Unknown)