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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

"The King of Ashes said we're fated to unleash a terrible calamity. Is that true?"

Damian spoke slowly, his gaze fixed on his own reflection in the glass. His eyes flicked up to see his alter staring into the fireplace, pupils narrowed to pinpricks.

"Someone once told me that I'd end the world."

When he spoke, there was a familiar tinge of madness to his voice, but there was no life to him—he simply stared into the fire and drank his whiskey.

"And I thought to myself, I thought—that's fucking bullshit, you know. I'd never do something that fucked up. And he was pretty crazy himself, so, I killed him."

The alter shrugged, speaking of murder as though it was logical fact.

"And then, the funny thing is—he was right. I went and Unchained the Angel of the Flame. Sent the whole damned country straight to Ash. Don't you think that's funny?"

midnight of futures past (2).