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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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Death God's System

Theo's POV

The lively chaos of the market swirled around me as I lingered on the edges, enjoying others' suffering in the commotion. Adrian bounced between stalls like an overzealous bird, teasing merchants and trying to weasel discounts with his silver tongue. Typical. I thought-

He flashed a smile at Helen, who rolled her eyes as he added another useless trinket to his pouch.

"Do you really need that?" Hel's voice carried a familiar dryness. Yes, Hel, that's what we called her.

Adrian, ever shameless, grinned back. "Need? No. Want? Absolutely."

Caera hovered close to Sova, nudging him toward a stall of candied fruits while he brooded in his usual fashion. I caught her glance my way, her voice cutting through the place.

"You're going to stand there all day, or are you actually going to enjoy yourself?"

The mysterious shop