SEP1A

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.

Excerpt:

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

A huge tree peers over Daniel, its leaves blooming every variation of green imaginable. By some magic, the wooden table beneath Daniel bends comfortably around the curves of his body.

Sitting up, Daniel's surroundings seem much sharper than they have appeared in the decades he spent on Earth. Daniel must be in Xeron but which demonic home could possibly facilitate a life as magnificent as an enormous tree?

Shriveled, silky strands caress Daniel's bare arms.

With one knee on the ground, fingers interlocked with Daniel's left hand, and head draped over Daniel's lap, Noe slumbers soundly over the wooden operating table.

Noe's cheeks are slightly sunken and his lips chapped.

Braiding his untethered fingers through Noe's hair, Daniel smiles softly to himself. "How many miracles have I been blessed to see? I shall add witnessing the sight of your sleeping form as another."

Chaos, Calamity, and Car Chases Part 2