AureliusGularis
Death has a sense of humor.
Angel Gray was a Templar Knight. She died heroically a demon's spear through the heart, very dramatic. She did not expect to wake up.
She especially did not expect to wake up in a dead assassin's body, in a gaslit steam-powered city called Tingen, under a blood-red moon, in a world where extraordinary power comes bottled as potions and madness comes free with every sip.
Now she has to work with the Nighthawks, a covert division of the Church of the Evernight Goddess, armed with a dead woman's skills and a past filled with bodies that she never wanted.
She didn't ask for a second life.
But she's not wasting it.
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Hey, I'm Aurelius Daerion Gularis, translator, writer, and someone with strong opinions about Victorian magic systems.
The early chapters of this translation were built on groundwork laid by DaoistY5ZOUh, whose prior work made this project possible. Full credit to them.
English isn't my first language, so occasional rough edges may appear. Constructive feedback is always welcome.
You can also find the links to my other works and to where you can support me on my profile!