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In a single moment of chaos, an ordinary man from the modern world finds himself standing over the body of a fallen angel—one he accidentally killed. Before he can even process what he’s done, the world around him shifts. The air crackles with divine energy. A system message appears.

[ERROR: Angelic Presence Compromised. Initiating System Override.]

His existence is rewritten. His body reshaped. His soul forcibly molded into the form of the angel he slew. But there’s a catch—the fallen angel’s true power is locked away, and the system has bound him to a fate he never chose. Now, he must navigate the celestial hierarchy, masquerading as an entity far beyond his understanding, all while scheming his way to unlocking his stolen divinity.

With powerful angels watching his every move, demons lurking in the shadows, and a divine war brewing, he must play the greatest deception of all time—convincing the heavens that he belongs among them.

But in a world where faith is power and truth is deadly, how long can a fraud survive before the gods themselves take notice?

Seraph of Lies

The carriage lurches to a halt, wheels grinding against gravel, the sound echoing in the still air. The journey has been long, and the shadows outside stretch unnaturally, twisting along the towering stone walls of the castle before us.

I don't bother looking out the window. I already know what's waiting.

Ardentia's castle looms ahead, its dark silhouette swallowing the fading light. The architecture is grand, but it doesn't welcome—it looms, suffocates. Whoever built it wasn't content with power. They wanted to remind others they had none.

Julius shifts in his seat across from me. His golden eyes flick toward the window, curiosity clear in his expression. I recognize that look. He's studying the castle, drinking in every detail like a man seeing something for the first time. Because he is.

"Hm," he muses, tilting his head slightly. "Dramatic, isn't it?"

I glance at him. "Did you expect something else?"

He exhales, leaning back. "I don't know what I expected. I just got here." His eyes flick back to the looming structure. "But I can already tell—whoever rules this place isn't subtle."

That much is true. Ardentia wears its power like a blade strapped to its hip. No need for illusions when fear is just as effective.

Julius turns back to me, his gaze thoughtful. "You said this place is important. What kind of kingdom are we walking into?"

So, he really doesn't know anything.

I smirk. "The kind where power is everything."

He watches me for a moment, then chuckles under his breath. "Of course it is."

The collar around my neck is a quiet weight. A test, a leash, a reminder. Every time I move too much, I feel the subtle press of magic against my skin—never painful, just a presence. A warning. Julius watches me carefully, waiting for a reaction.

"You've been quiet," he says suddenly. "Too quiet for someone who's always scheming."

I raise an eyebrow. "Just taking in the scenery." I glance toward the castle. "Not every day you walk into the center of a kingdom."

Julius hums, studying me. "And how do you plan to handle it?"

I let the silence stretch before answering, voice smooth. "I don't plan to handle anything. I plan to win."

For a moment, something flickers behind his eyes—interest, amusement. Then, he grins.

The carriage jerks to a stop. Beyond the window, torches flicker against the stone walls, casting jagged shadows. The castle gates loom ahead, a threshold neither of us have crossed before.

Julius steps out first, boots clicking against the stone. He takes in the towering castle with open curiosity before glancing back at me. A smirk tugs at his lips.

"Well," he murmurs, "this should be fun."

I follow, the weight of the collar present, but not unbreakable.

Ardentia. A kingdom full of power struggles and hidden dangers.

And if there's one thing I do best, it's turning dangers into opportunities.

Welcome to Ardentia