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, and 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 he was.

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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1 chapter per day (2,000~ words)
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 started with nothingness encompassing his mind as a whole.

Slowly, the eerie, cold air of the Inner Chamber faded away, the sound of Sha purring asleep snuffed by the void, and the hissing of Gandr swallowed by the void. A sense of detachment ensued, separating his senses from the surroundings.

For a moment, nothing was around him.

Lucivar felt like he was drifting in the void as a soul, devoid of any physical manifestation.

Around this nothingness, it doesn't bother him.

Instead, he felt like he belonged here—as if he had already arrived at his destination.

An empty space that was all for himself.

He couldn't see, couldn't smell, couldn't hear, couldn't feel, and couldn't touch.

All his senses were taken from him.

An Archangel's Dilemma