Born To Be Crimson

I lived as the sword of an absolute king. I protected the crown, secured the realm, and for my absolute loyalty, I was slaughtered by the very hands I trained.When a deity pulled my fading consciousness into the depths of my own mind, she offered a simple contract: paint her name in blood for a few years, and she would grant me the one thing I never had—a quiet life.I accepted.But I woke up as a five-year-old boy, breathing coal dust in a dying industrial world. I woke up to a sky marked by an abyssal ring of fire, and to a family crushed beneath the boot of blood-corrupted cartels. My new body is fragile, but the enemies in this life are monsters swollen with unnatural strength. Peace, I quickly learned, is an illusion for those who live on the fringes of the Clotted Spires.The general is dead. But the war? The war is just beginning.