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

Stealing through the night, the eight o'clock air vibrates around Noe and Daniel. Invisible to everyone but each other, Noe and Daniel enjoy every moment of their sprint towards WESTVILLE RESIDENCE.

They twirl in front of the Crystal Palace, leap over Westville Central Park, and laugh down the streets that neglected them.

There is nothing like the sound of Daniel's laughter in Noe's ears. Whatever the war shall bring, the two are invincible by each other's side.

A polished, dark stone slab informs them of the presidential suites they have arrived at.

As they swim over the residence's gate, the air filling their lungs stales.

Holding hands, Noe and Daniel's footsteps tap against the red-brick driveway.

Branching into eight paths, polished houses lined in two columns are bridged by this driveway. Grass greener than Allery's eyes nourishes around the polished houses.

Let's Go Home Part 3