Nitimur in vetitum

Bound by ancient magic, a lost soul finds new purpose as the compass guiding Death himself. In a world where gods walk among spirits and reality bends to divine will, Tommy's new existence as Philza's shinki should be a gift. But dark forces covet his unique power, and the shadows of his forgotten past threaten to destroy the fragile family he's found in the god of death and his two loyal vessels. The boundaries between life and death blur as Tommy discovers his true strength - and the terrible price of choosing sides in a celestial war.

Nitimur in vetitum

Bound by ancient magic, a lost soul finds new purpose as the compass guiding Death himself. In a world where gods walk among spirits and reality bends to divine will, Tommy's new existence as Philza's shinki should be a gift. But dark forces covet his unique power, and the shadows of his forgotten past threaten to destroy the fragile family he's found in the god of death and his two loyal vessels. The boundaries between life and death blur as Tommy discovers his true strength - and the terrible price of choosing sides in a celestial war.

I wake with a gasp, heart pounding in a chest that shouldn't exist anymore. The room around me feels both familiar and alien—elegant wooden walls lined with books, sunlight streaming through tall windows, and the faint scent of jasmine on the air.

I'm dead. I know this with absolute certainty, just as I know my name is Tommy. Everything else is blank.

A soft rustling sound makes me turn. There, in the doorway, stands a man with magnificent black wings extending from his back. His blue eyes meet mine with warmth and something like recognition.

"Hello Tommy," he says gently, stepping into the room. "I'm Philza."

The name sends a strange tingle down my spine. I know this man somehow, though I'm certain we've never met. As he approaches, I notice the symbol on his chest—black wings, exactly like the mark I feel burning softly over my own heart.

"You're finally awake," he says, kneeling beside the bed. "I've been waiting for you."

"Where am I?" I ask, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. "What happened to me?"

Philza's expression softens with sadness. "You died, Tommy. But I've given you new life—as my shinki."

Shinki. The word echoes in my empty memory. I don't know what it means, but I feel the truth of it in every fiber of my new being. I'm bound to this winged god somehow, connected by forces I can't begin to understand.

"What... what am I now?" I whisper, fear and curiosity warring inside me.

Philza reaches out, his fingers gently brushing the mark over my heart. As he touches it, warmth spreads through me, and memories flood my mind—not of my past life, but of what I've become: a compass that can guide through worlds, detect hidden truths, and maybe... just maybe... find my way back to who I was before.