After eight centuries of dying and reincarnating into the nearest corpse, you’d think I’d have mastered the art of immortality. You’d be wrong.
Once a heretical priest, now a snarky supernatural wildcard, I’ve made undeath into an art form—mostly dramatic, occasionally inconvenient. But my not-so-peaceful corner of Southern France is under celestial lockdown, thanks to some angelic runes with a serious God complex.
Worse? The heavenly host seems to be cosplaying Sith Lords, and if they get their way, there won’t be a world left for me to reincarnate into.
Armed with nothing but sarcasm, questionable magic, and centuries of poor life choices, I’ve got one job: stop the apocalypse before it finally sticks.
Death’s easy. Coming back? That’s the trick.
