Seraphist of Shattered Yokes
One thing Manziholet could not tolerate, sort of like ignorance or getting punched in the liver, was being ordinary.
Ordinary was what failure called itself to feel better. Quite fortunately, then, that his life was anything but.
For starters, his mother loved him so much, she had gladly sent him on death missions over dinner. It was her idea of effective motherhood, and Manziholet respected her for it, as he did with his father and twin brother who had taken a strategic separation from the family for the greater good.
Meanwhile, both the Church and the government were preparing to wrestle for dominance, even though the world had yet to recover from the Ternary Strife – a conflict that had shattered entire planets and claimed trillions of lives. Presumably, they were very eager to extend the long line of ‘oops’ that was humanity’s history.
To top it all off, seraphs and daemons were eyeing to once again invade the material world, tearing open the fabric of reality itself, and unleashing their immense power upon all existence. They might find allies among the downtrodden of humanity, who were very eager to burn the old system down and dance on its ashes.
In the center of all was Manziholet himself, a Seraphist destined for greatness, the inheritor of an ancient plan, arguably a genius and definitely a cheater and liar with a robust disdain for authority in all its forms.
As history shifted, Manziholet stood as the harbinger of its next great leap – one that would be his to control.
