Godless_

Ian Night’s life was a joke—until it wasn’t.

Betrayed, discarded, and left with nothing, he welcomed death when it came. But fate had other plans.

Reborn in chains, Ian awakens as a slave in a world where power is dictated by bloodlines and magic. 

While others wield fire and lightning, he is given dominion over something far more absolute: Death.

With every slain foe, every stolen soul, and every corpse bound to his will, Ian will carve his way from servitude to supremacy.

He will rise from the dirt. He will shatter his chains. And those who once cast him aside will learn what it means to fear the dead.

[Ability Unlocked: Soulbind – Bind the fallen to your will.]
[Absorb strength of fallen soul?]
[New Trait Acquired: Gravewalker – The dead whisper, and you listen.]

Kingdoms will tremble.
The weak will kneel.
And Ian Night will never be a failure again.

Or, like most in this cursed world, he’ll die trying.

Rebirth: Necromancer's Ascenscion

Velrosa's smile vanished. She straightened, regal once more.

"Very well," she said, smoothing her coat. "Eli—handle the gold. And prep our people. If we're going to rob this city blind…"

She paused for a beat in the doorway, glancing over her shoulder with fire in her eyes.

Velrosa adjusted the silver trim of her coat as she stepped onto the outer terrace of the estate. The sun had dipped low behind the marble towers of Esgard, leaving the sky streaked in amber and crimson.

A mild wind stirred the garden hedges and rustled the silk curtains trailing from the arched windows.

Seated at a blackwood table beneath the vine-covered pergola was Liam Xavier—the Fourth Chair of the Council.

He rose as she approached, clad in an immaculate crimson doublet with gold buttons that gleamed like polished firelight.

A Proposal