No Crown for the Cursed

Cassius Gray had one job. Refuse the demon. Any sane transmigrator would have. He had wealth, magic, land, servants, influence, and a safe life waiting for him. The kind of life men kill for. The kind of life that should have been enough. It was not. Cassius accepts the bargain. Not out of desperation. Not out of ignorance. Not even out of revenge. Because in his first life, he was harmless. Not good. Harmless. And the devil at the door offered him something peace never had. Opportunity. Now Cassius walks into a world of fiends, cursed bloodlines, old bargains, and things too useful to leave in the dark. Some are victims. Some are monsters. Cassius does not particularly care. He will not become their king. Crowns are visible, and visible things die. The world expected a minor villain. Cassius intends to disappoint it.