The Paladins

His body racked with pain. He slowly moved the borrowed broom in his hand as he cleaned his room at a snail's pace.

Even though prophecy is a magic that is cast by everyone once, it is usually targeted at one's ancestors to gain a path or technique to glory. Sometimes it was the more powerful original magic. Accounting for its unpredictability, the winged nobles assisted their offsprings. Thankfully, the set of material was free and was compulsory for the winged nobility. Otherwise, his stingy family would not even provide him with a beginner tome. Not to say, his aptitude for magic remained unmeasured.

'Hehe'

Damien smiled at his thoughts. He remembered what he was thinking about was too far fetched. After all, his breakfast was stale biscuits. Roasted meat that was fed to his foster father's beasts had to satiate his hunger. For dinner, he had soup with a copious amount of water, served with the same stale biscuits of the morning.

But he did not complain, for the ashen wings were a reminder to all that he had human impurities, which in the mix breeds between the two races, was a common trait. He was even discriminated against by the staff. They refused to serve a dirty mix breed. Just the looks on their faces said it all. A complete fucking joke, that was who he w became after he crossed the interplanetary passageway onto the Heavens Realm.

'What a name for a planet.'

But he did not complain.

He knew that soon he will be sent to the school for the winged nobles where he had to look for a prospective wife.

His age had regressed by a few years when he combined with the powerful life force of the angel.

He kept the broom aside as he looked out of his window. The bright day was in complete contrast to the gloomy castle. Few paladin knights were training on the grounds. Now the paladins he liked, it was the most common of the united holy forces of the Heavenly Realm.

'What a fucking name!'

He exclaimed again. Anyway, coming back to the paladins, they were mostly commoners who inherited this role and they were comparably more tolerant towards all as there were all kinds of races in these forces. He often trained with them. After all, it was the only way to pass time in this wretched place.

Of course, going by this planet's naming habits, it was not races but divine races.

Damien yet again scoffed in his heart. These divine races were only different physically. Inside they are all the same pieces of shit.