This darkness was not total, however, as it was only broken by the erratic crackling of a solitary campfire, whose flames danced according to an air current that Kaiser could not locate.

He woke up in a state of total confusion, his senses struggling simultaneously to interpret the signals of atrocious pain that saturated his nervous system. His mind desperately tried to connect the last memories to the present situation, but no coherent link could form.

"Fuck, my body hurts like hell."

This pain was not superficial; it pulsed in rhythm with his heart, radiating from his bones to the surface of his skin as if his entire body was burning from the inside because of the Sundering Eclipse.

He lowered his eyes toward his torso with considerable effort and saw that it was entirely covered with bandages already soaked by the blood escaping from the fine cracks marking his body.

His silver hair, now of an excessive length, fell in disarray along his back.

"Am I alive?"

"Nah, you’re dead." Suddenly, a voice echoed right behind him, breaking the silence of the night.

Kaiser startled, or at least tried to, because his muscles refused to respond to such a sudden command.

"Ah! Shit!"

This muscular failure tore a groan of pure agony from him.

He painfully turned his head and finally spotted a silhouette.

He was wearing a long black leather coat adorned with astral patterns embroidered in silver thread, a wide-brimmed cowboy hat tilted to the side.

He was balancing unsteadily on one leg while waving the other as if he were dancing to music that only he could hear.

’The madman from last time!?’

"WTF!? WHO ARE YOU?" Kaiser managed to articulate.

The stranger then struck a ridiculous pose.

In this frozen posture, he stared at Kaiser with his heterochromatic eyes, and Kaiser could clearly distinguish, in the light of the fire, a golden pupil and another silver one shining in sclerae of absolute black.

"I already told you, I am Konstantine, the master of the stars."

Kaiser frowned. The throbbing in his temples suddenly intensified, and a stabbing pain spread from the back of his skull to his eye sockets.

In this pain, a name began to resonate in his mind like a bell struck with all its force. He stared at the man with growing incredulity, analyzing every feature of the one who called himself Diavolo Star Giovanna aka Konstantine.

He observed the golden star tattoo on his cheek.

Kaiser frowned, ’Konstantine? Master wait-’

"You are the killer of the constellations!?"

"Haha, I knew you would recognize me! Diavolo Star Giovanna Aka Konstantine! YES, I AM!" exclaimed Diavolo with overflowing enthusiasm.

While laughing, he opened his mouth wide, revealing a dentition adorned with gold grillz. With the inscription "FUCK THEM" encrusted on them.

Kaiser became increasingly skeptical as his memories of the original novel rose to the surface.

In the work Heavenly Milf, Konstantine was not a simple extra. He was described in several Chapters as the major antagonist of the arc following the demonic invasion, a character whose introduction had been carefully prepared by the author over nearly three hundred pages.

He was depicted as a sorcerer of colossal power, as difficult to eliminate as a cockroach, a being whose mere existence was an insult to the laws of the world. Kaiser distinctly remembered the passage where the narrator explained that Konstantine had survived fifty murders, including one by decapitation, and had reappeared each time laughing.

It was he who, in reality, had caused the fall of the Leo constellation, forcing this entity to reincarnate in the body of Kris Donoghan, hence their opposition.

Konstantine was one of the rare individuals to have been banished from Hell while also being cursed by the Angels, thus sharing a tragic fate of pariah with Alexander Sulyvhan. Kaiser knew all this thanks to his knowledge of the future, but a veil of mystery still enveloped the real motivations of this man.

"How can you know that I knew that I would recognize you!?" asked Kaiser.

Diavolo let out his characteristic laugh: "Well, because it was me who wrote the Key of Solomon, the Key of Saint Peter and the novel Heavenly Milf! Nyo-hoho!"

"What!? Ah... Fuck..." Kaiser tried to sit up. He planted his elbows on the ground, looking for support to lift his torso, but an electric shock of pain immediately ran through his spine.

His arms gave way instantly, and he fell heavily onto his back, pinning him to the ground.

"Don’t make any sudden movements, idiot" Diavolo warned him in a tone that was meant to be protective despite his casualness. He took a few steps closer, and in his movement.

Kaiser caught his breath while panting, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His mind was in turmoil, looping over the implications of this revelation. If this guy was the author, then he was the god of this world?

"So, if it was you who wrote it, then it was you who reincarnated me here?"

Diavolo shook his head vigorously. This movement made his hat sway, which tilted dangerously to the side before he caught it with a quick gesture. "You were not reincarnated and no, I am not responsible for anything, nor is your system."

"I am a sorcerer who wrote these divinations as a novel."

Kaiser remained silent. Many questions were jostling in his head.

He thought back to the circumstances of his arrival, of his mother, of his two lives that were identical.

Who would have thought that this eccentric man, the historical rival of Sulyvhan, would be the one to appear at the last moment?

In the original novel, Konstantine and Alexander Sulyvhan had clashed during the Millennial War, a fight that had lasted seven days and seven nights and had razed three cities. Making angels and demons collateral victims...

’He was finally stopped by...’

"Who was it again? I don’t remember anymore." he murmured to himself.

’I was in a world, I read his story more I reincarnated here, after all these adventures, he suddenly appeared.. It’s as if he had planned but done and gesture or rather someone else was doing it.’

Kaiser finally opened his mouth.

"What does all this mean!? I don’t understand anything, so people have been controlling me from the beginning!?"

"Listen, Baby boy..." Diavolo began as he approached the fire.

"It’s Kaiser! Stop giving me golmon names! Ah-Fuck!" he cried out.

As soon as he finished his sentence, a migraine of unheard-of violence crushed his skull. This pain had nothing in common with those he had felt so far.

Memories flooded in en masse. He saw battles, armies of demons and angels clashing on plains strewn with corpses.

’WTF!?’

These were not foreign memories... Each image was accompanied by emotion as if he had lived them himself.

It was as if he was a patient with Alzheimer’s who was gradually recovering his own lost identity. The fusion with Sulyvhan’s essence was now total, reaching 100%, and the boundary between the two souls had evaporated. There was no longer Kaiser on one side and Sulyvhan on the other, but a single hybrid entity whose components were impossible to untangle.

"What the fuck is this!? Am I Sulyvhan or Kaiser!?"