Mrboogey13

Crossers invaded the world and thrust Humanity into an interworld conflict.

Humanity's instinct for survival was stimulated—rekindling the ancestral bloodline's legacy that lies dormant within them. Vampires, Elves, and even Demons were not mere figures of fantasy, but rather the true ancestors of Humanity in ages past.

Thus, Hybrids were reintroduced to the world.

Lucivar Asarafall, a man of humble origin—failed to awaken his bloodline. Despite his good deeds, his family loathed him. In his final trial, he swore to succeed but fate intervened, he was chosen as the monthly sacrifice for his city.

In a near-death experience, his bloodline awakened, an Angel.

A turning point in his life, but soon he realized that he was not the Angel he thought to be.

In a world where the rulers were descendants of Dracula, the Dark Prince—or Chi Long, the Inferno King, the bloodline of malevolent beings from realms beyond mortal comprehension coursed through Lucivar's veins.

While others became Hybrids, Lucivar became the messenger of Evil Gods, a False Angel.

"Who cares about good or evil? If I kill someone wicked, it's a win, one less rival in my way. If I kill someone noble, it is still a win—the world would've consumed them sooner or later. So why not let it happen by my hand? After all, I'm more practical. I became stronger and you get a painless death, win-win"

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Author Note: Not for those who want fast development from the start but if you want good characters, then this is your novel! Chapter 1 to 22 will be focused on the MC's descent to villainous but once it kicks off, you won't be disappointed!

Ascension of the Dark Seraph

It was impossible to control, Lucivar could only do his best to regulate it.

But the force from the gathered ether to cast the spell kept on becoming stronger.

Lucivar grabbed his right arm and tried to desperately keep it steady, he infused one strand to his Supernatural Ego to help him to make the rest of the sequences, yet he wasn't aiming to make it this strong.

Feeling his arm throbbing with power, he decided to cancel the spell altogether.

He sensed that his arm might explode if he pushed to cast the spell.

"I- I can't...?" Lucivar sucked in a cold breath.

Surprisingly, canceling the spell—was also not possible at this very moment, the ego points were already turned blinding with power. It refused to listen to his will, the spell, couldn't be canceled, and there was no other choice but to go through with it.

Vision of Hatred