
by Wichser
In a drunken haze of despair, thirty-year-old corporate wreck Julian Vale performs a forbidden ritual—The Harrowing of Hell—only to plummet into the abyss itself, inches from eternal torment. A mysterious, rune-etched bony hand yanks him from damnation, hurling his soul across realities into the body of Julian Amadeus: a twenty-one-year-old disgraced exorcist, once the Unified Church’s golden prodigy, now a broken, alcoholic shadow stripped of license, wealth, and power after the catastrophic Vatican Incident. He awakens in Salem—a glittering yet rotting city where the gates of hell were once thrown wide, forcing the corrupt Unified Church to broker uneasy peace with vampires, werewolves, and other sentient horrors in exchange for their aid in sealing the breach. Supernatural creatures walk openly among humans, immigrants flood the borders seeking refuge, and the Church hoards its exorcism rites for the faithful elite, leaving the poor and “infidels” to freelance hunters and whatever lurks in the dark. Possessed of Amadeus’s scarred, tattooed body and fragmented memories of forbidden Ascendancies—dangerous pathways to stolen divinity tied to ambiguous entities like the Venomous Whisperer, the Queen of Night Terrors, and the Inverted Hierophant—Julian discovers his transmigration was no accident. Something vast and calculating has marked him for a greater game. Cynical, chain-smoking, and haunted by both lives’ regrets, Julian Amadeus resolves to claw his way back to power. He will master the perilous Ascendancies, rebuild his shattered reputation, gather a devoted following that blurs the line between cult and coven, indulge every vice his new body craves, and confront the cosmic forces that dragged him from hell’s jaws. Because in a world ruled by a hypocritical Church and stalked by ancient horrors, the disgraced exorcist is done playing pawn. The true boss has arrived—and heaven, hell, and everything in between will learn to fear his name.
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