Iqfauli

Kyros was no hero—nor was he a villain. A pragmatist to the core, he turned Earth into a chessboard of chaos, bending nations and empires to his will before meeting his end. But death was only the beginning. The Devil intervened, pulling Kyros into Hell with an irresistible proposition: a second chance at life in a world far removed from Earth—a world named Neva.

In this fantastical realm of knights, nobility, magic, and divine power, Kyros becomes the key piece in a wager between God and the Devil. Reborn as Rasmus Blackheart, a disgraced young noble, his task is clear: unleash chaos and topple the order of Neva, just as he did on Earth. But the Devil has added a twist to the game—he’ll serve as Rasmus’s companion, not as a guide but as a mischievous, manipulative force, more likely to hinder than help.

Navigating a world brimming with intrigue and divine interference, Rasmus must survive, scheme, and rise from ruin to reshape Neva in his image. Will his cunning be enough to outwit his foes—and his so-called ally—or will this chaotic partnership lead to his downfall?

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The Kind of Evil

The screams and the scenery of bandits running around while their bodies had been burned into crisps were disturbing. Uriel and the others watched those bandits run away without knowing that they were already dead. The only thing that kept them alive was the adrenaline rush, and once it went away, death was the only thing that awaited them.

Harold was praying with his hands clasped together and eyes closed. He was trembling in fear, but he prayed for those souls that were about to meet their end. Aris on the other hand, looked around and found there were survivors and they were trying to escape because they thought a second attack was coming.

Uriel walked in and unsheathed her sword, ignoring the bandits that were caught in flames. She didn't care if they were in pain or how they begged to be killed. She could smell the cooked human meat all around her, and she wasn't bothered by it. Her focus was on the mansion in the far distance.

Uriel Goldmane.