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The future of mankind rests in Noe's hands. Having faced brutal bullying throughout his life, Noe is sent to a boarding school where his luck takes a sudden turn for the fantastical.

Planet Earth, 2075. Humanity is hanging by a thread after World War Three rendered the globe inhabitable.

With the introduction of angels, demons and realms unknown, will Noe play a hand in saving humanity or let the humans that mistreated him burn beneath his flames? To destroy the World or save it? That is the question.

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Like a demon of destruction, Noe snaps.

His vision blurs and dissipates, scattered like glass beads across cement.

When he comes to, he is no longer watching the scene but is at its epicenter, soaking in a pool of purple blood, maroon cadavers strewn across the ground. Every centimeter of the hall is covered in gore - except for Mr. Henderson, whose eyes, wide-blown in astonishment... and horror, are captivated by Noe's neck.

Looking down at himself, Noe sees thousands of black feathers have sprouted out from his own flesh. They tingle at the root and shudder as he breathes, as if leaves clinging to a tree in winter. Blood coats his every morsel.

Springing his now grey fingertips onto his neck, Noe perceives what feels like the head of a purple hyacinth wrapped around it, its ribbon-like strands interlocking and jetting as if growing from his voice box.

Touching his face, porcelain-smooth, painted by blood, marble skin appears unbreakable.

It was all for first love.

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Devil Child

Noe's ribs splinter as his upper torso smashes into the side of a faraway mountain.

Around his stomach, a thick tube of tentacle and cartilage squeezes out the last drops of oxygen that Noe is still able to capture. As the tentacle tightens around Noe, a trail of blood remains. Noe is unsure if it is his or another's.

Punching the enormous tentacle, Noe tries to free himself. Although sea creatures' tentacles are often slippery, the Xeronic monster's appendage is surprisingly firm and tight, muscle accentuated in its every centimeter.

Noe's punches do nothing against its undiminishable strength.

Turning his head to look at the monster that has rendered him the most helpless he has been in his life, Noe's lips part when, the mountain which he had been smashed against, moves before his eyes.

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