Floria is ruled by Gods, Angels, Saints, and history written by the victorious.
Then there is the Imp.
A nameless killer whose existence threatens divinity itself, the Imp leaves ruin in his wake. Not because he wants to rule, but because the world refuses to let him exist quietly.
As Gods maneuver for control, Saints hunt for redemption, and mortals chase ascension at any cost, the line between justice and atrocity collapses. Memories are altered. History fractures. Even death begins to lose meaning.
This is not a story about heroes.
It is a story about what happens when monsters refuse to stay buried.
(Told through multiple perspectives, No Heaven for Monsters is a grimdark fantasy about power, faith, identity, and the lies that hold reality together.)
