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Ascension of the Dark Seraph

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" ——— 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!

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Blood Priests

A commotion could be heard from the bedroom inside a small, humble house consisting—of three rooms. Vicious whipping sounds that cut through the air could be heard, followed by a restrained, painful whimper.

"Pray louder! Louder I say!"

"Dear Blood God, please accept this—hahkk! O- Offering..."

Inside the room was a woman, she seemed to be a nun from the outfit she was wearing.

But right now, the backside of her clothes was exposed, ripped. and torn—exposing her back that was riddled with bleeding laceration wounds from whipping strikes. As she prayed to the Blood God, she was whipped by her husband from behind.

"I've prayed enough, please dear..."

"Are you talking back to me, huh?! I am your husband, you must do well to listen to me!"

Her whimper and cries were ignored—her husband kept going with a twisted smile.

Despite the excruciating pain, the nun could only bite down on her lips and endure.