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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Very manipulative and unhinged MC, be warned. He's a slave to the Evil Gods.
A trickster God.
An arrogant God.
A chaotic God.
A wrathful God.
A puritanical God.
Read to find who these Gods are!
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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

Lucivar sucked in a deep breath through his nose and exhale through his mouth.

His golden eyes gazed at the ceiling, there was a deep tinge of pain behind his eyes as the process of absorbing hundreds of bronze spheres annihilated his willpower. It was too painful, almost as if he was killed and resurrected countless times in the span of a minute.

Though the pain was already gone, his mind was cloudy—stuck between the border of life and death.

If anyone else experienced that painful minute, they would go insane.

Not even experts who had gone through a thousand battles could endure such excruciating pain.

Lucivar was able to retain his sanity simply because he had something to cling to, his burning desire to fix—and destroy karma. Even then, he was barely able to retain his mind—Sutekh's way to power was extremely brutal.

'Where am I?' He pondered, his vision hard to focus. "Oh, right, I was absorbing the bronze spheres"

The Fool's Trick