Kim Rok Soo could feel the rain pouring down on his body. The rain felt really cold, and he subconsciously opened his eyes. He saw a cloudy sky and fog surrounding him. He could not see very far. 'Huh? Where am I? What am I?' I'm An Angel? ... Fuck. *** This already beta-read from the Ao3 and if there are still mistakes.. Honestly at this point I might be blind XD Cross posted Ao3 under username : Three_IntheMorning Cover art by wuji ! (https://x.com/yceKoTvpboa7dtg/status/1885734060343083350) Thank you for the permission! <3

"I wonder if I murdered you, would I be charged with regicide or patricide?" A character not even mentioned in one line of the novel. Yet, he's such a significant role in the whole game of perspective. When Athanasia flapped her butterfly wings of change, the effect was far larger than she could expect. It will bring back the First Prince of the Obelian Empire, Dhanvanthri de Alger Obelia.

To be loved; or the action of 'love' in general, was a word unbeknownst to Amadea long before she had died. When she wakes as Arius De Alger Obelia, the Crowned Prince to a kingdom ruled by a relentless and cold Emperor, the term 'love' continues to escape him. A grounded rendition of being reincarnated in a world highly underdeveloped than the present, and the following consequences of such on one's psyche. . . . Or, that one universe where Athanasia isn't so alone in a world with a psychotic father -- she just hasn't seen through her brother's eyes yet. | contains mature themes |