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“Don’t be a hero,” he whispered. “Heroes die alone.”

Jester, the god of death and misery goes back in time to take revenge against his previous reincarnation.

Keiren Astaroth finds himself at death's door, forced to pay for sins he did not commit. The seven races fought for a throne, the highest seat in the universe. 

Trapped in the future, Keiren must live as Caedes Volkov, someone the 7 races want dead.

If that wasn't enough? Keiren Astaroth was the son of Ifrit, the first primordial. He was the rightful heir to what Jester was essentially stripped of. 
The Forgotten Throne.
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Note: The ML is Keiren/Caedes only. The book is written in different pov’s of ofher characters for a more in depth experience.


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Death God's System

Moros' POV

"Commeon..I was just testing him-" I let out an excuse, feeling quite giddy, to be honest.

'They said he died. The world said he died. But I knew otherwise- The said dead person himself arrives in front of me-'

My brain reeled backwards, thinking of every way in which I could exploit this advantage.

I gave him a hidden look, knowing that his reaction to the 'Saintess' mention seemed genuine.

I also knew that he had a dozen things to say and ask me, but I knew better than to give him a chance, "Are you even listening to me? Grandpa? This is insane."

Ah, there it was. That word—insane. She loved throwing that one at me. I smirked, lowering the halberd casually, and resting the shaft against my shoulder.

Caera?