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.

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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

When morning comes, the suite is long deserted.

The group has their bodies and heads hooded beneath cutout hotel curtains, invisibly creeping around town. They easily managed to sneak past the hotel clerks.

Tumbleweed rustles through the streets.

Except for Daniel, Rosalind, Feng Mian, and Jinn, not even a mouse dares venture to the surface.

Blood turned chunky purple blends with dark tar.

Beyond that, last night's outcome is disastrous.

Doors swung open and left thus, one in every two apartments buildings they pass shows evidence of violent police takeover. Combat boots have left marks upon carpet, windows shattered by canes, and bullet holes decorate car frames.

"We're almost there," Daniel whispers, slightly pulling away his white curtains to be more audible. "Keep hanging on. Remember to keep listening to my feet and follow that sound. Tap twice if you're still there," Daniel stares at what looks like air next to him.

Have You Heard the News? Part 3