The Séraph of Delirium

The Dyson of Time, a machine decades old and only carried in rumour through the arid air. Power, a second chance, success, 𐌉𐌍𐌔𐌀𐌍𐌉𐌕𐌙—all undertaking with a single touch.

And who would have thought of all people wishing for the device to fall in their laps, the apathetic assassin would be the one to find it in her grasp?

Certainly not the Supreme General of their solar system’s corruptest regiment, seeking absolute authority over all who breathe.

Certainly not the young rebel who sought the device to end the war wreaking havoc in her solar system.

And most certainly not the princess who sought the device for the purpose of protecting her planet.

But nobody was more surprised than him.

The man contained within The Dyson of Time, left untouched and trapped for decades only to be granted her. A mind not like any other; her, who sought what most could not think to muster, absolute destruction.

And it did not matter if it meant she was to make a deal with the him.

The devil locked away in her device...willing to waste away all life just for this.

𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌