Dr. Solomon Vance was a man of intellect, a towering mind among scholars, a professor who spent his life dismantling the notion of God with ruthless precision. He lectured, debated, and wrote with the cold certainty that divinity was nothing but mankind’s greatest delusion. To him, faith was a crutch for the weak, and the idea of a supreme being was a relic of primitive thought.

Then, he died.

Murdered in the quiet of his home, his blood soaking into the pages of his own writings, he expected nothingness. Oblivion. Instead, he awakens in a world ruled by a family of godlike beings—men who command a power both terrifying and awe-inspiring. A power that shapes the very heavens. A power that births a sun from the darkness itself.

Here, the Patriarch reigns, the only one who has mastered the full Nocturnis Sol, an ability that bends the night to his will. The world moves under his authority, and the women—strong, unyielding, yet eternally tethered to the rule of men—derive their power through submission. It is a world so rigid, so absolute, that it should have shattered Solomon’s mind.

But he does not break. He refuses to.

Solomon is 'an anomaly', an intruder in a world that should not contain him. He has no ability, no connection to their power, no rightful place among them. Yet, he is also something else—something that even the Patriarch cannot fully grasp. An existence that does not submit.

He is given a choice. Bow and be reshaped in the Patriarch’s image, or resist and face destruction.

But Solomon has spent a lifetime rejecting gods.

And he will not kneel now.
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