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

Broken bones, severed fingers, damaged internal organs, and marred with bleeding wounds.

If a normal person suffering from that pain, one would find them paralyzed.

However, that wasn't what was happening with Lucivar—he was bleeding and in pain beyond measure, but as opposed to being paralyzed, he was laughing hard. He could now see vividly the path to becoming stronger, it was right before his very eyes.

All of his senses, mind, and desires were fixed on killing the doppelganger.

Everything else other than this falls apart.

Despite his body swelling, and becoming more toned along with his human fangs elongating, he did not realize it, his senses had already narrowed to the doppelganger's hard breath and beating heart.

As this transformation continues, a gathering of light can be seen meters away from him.

A pure white light gathered and morphed into a woman figure.

You're Not My Equal