The Celestialss
The city lights flickered in the distance, mocking the darkness that consumed Kunal's soul. Rain drummed against the rooftop, a slow, melancholic rhythm to the thoughts swirling in his mind. He had lost count of the days since hope had left him-perhaps years, perhaps a lifetime.
Standing at the edge of the mountain , he took a deep breath, the cold wind biting at his skin. There was no one left to stop him. No reason to turn back. With one final step, he let go.
And then-silence.
But death was not the end.
When his eyes opened again, he was not the broken man who had once stood on that rooftop. He was in a different world, reborn as the son of the most powerful actors in the world. His past life felt like a distant nightmare, a whisper in the void. But it was not forgotten.
Then came the first sign-an energy unlike anything he had felt before, burning within him like an unquenchable fire. Soon, the visions followed-of gods whispering in forgotten tongues, of devils lurking in the shadows, waiting for his arrival.
Kunal had lived once and lost everything. But this time, fate had given him another chance, a chance to become god.
A chance to rise.
A chance to rewrite destiny.
A chance to bring chaos to the world of gods and devils.
And this time, he would not fall so easily.
