Note: Slight edits to early chapters (and removal of one chapter - previously chapter 2) have been made 2/2/21

The city, my city, had once been alive in a way that was hard to describe. Thriving, active, hopeful. Vibrant.

But life, as I had come to learn, sometimes possesses only the most tenuous of grasps. Finally, in the end, it became my city - mine alone.

I was, after all, the only one left.

Worse, it was entirely my fault.

There was red in my ledger that could never be wiped clean.

Not while I still lived, anyway.

This story follows Eran, a man who became the opposite of everything he had ever wanted to be; in a world where superpowers began to appear in a rare few, his lack of control over his own power relegated him to the role of a terrible villain - the Reaper, named so for the countless lives that he absorbed and made his own, each only furthering his deadly lack of control. Gone mad with guilt and isolation, he strove for a single heroic act - his own demise.

Death was less permanent than he hoped. Centuries later, he woke to a changed world and in a body not his own. Unfortunately, his power came with him. Yet this time, things would be different. This time, he had a chance to bring it under control.

He could never truly make up for the things he had done; he could never achieve redemption.

That wouldn't stop him from trying to be a hero.

Cover courtesy of the amazing Vitaly S Alexius, author of Romantically Apocalyptic. Go check him out!