Never pegged myself for a wordslinger. Hell, the book didn't even kick off as a book—just a raw spark of chaos I scratched out in the dead of night, coffee in hand. When it clawed its way toward pages, gods and goddesses weren't on the menu. But the abyss has a funny way of pulling you under.

I bucked the starry-eyed script—no fluffy pantheons or predestined thrones here. This is the Pentad's underbelly: domains that bleed spite and hunger, where the overlooked "lesser"—carves her shot at godhood. Will she claim that jagged crown, or shatter on the void? Stick around. The storm's just brewing.

Enter the abyss, it drops soon. author@abyssaldemise.com if you dare.