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

Somewhere within the Valerius Supreme House's territory.

An entire city was burning in green flames.

"Oh, Lord… Show us mercy… Protect us from the hands of evil!"

Men, women, children, and the elderly alike were screaming—and running frantically from a group of people wielding weapons entirely made of blood. Blood and gore littered the ground, intestines, blood, and corpses scattered everywhere.

But those who were dead were the lucky ones.

Despite the brutality unfolding, one that could make anyone's stomach churn, a figure could be seen walking across the dirt road gracefully. Her clothes made it clear that she was a nun of the Blood God but her inner tunic ended above her naval, exposing her chiseled stomach.

For a nun, such exposure was a spit to the God they worshipped but this nun didn't seem to care.

A New Cult