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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.

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

With barely a redness remaining to acknowledge the laceration that cut through Noe's arm, Noe's Ephrene energy tumbles out of him like never before. Perplexed, Daniel's eyes drift onto Noe in wonder, stunned curiosity, and worry.

Initially, Daniel thought of Noe's energy as powerful but, now, seeing Noe's rapid healing capabilities and the degree to which Noe was connected to the roots of his powers in the cafeteria, Daniel may as well be staring at the Prince that the prophecy foretold five millennia ago.

The stable rise and fall of Noe's chest calms Daniel down.

Gently shaking his head, a smile plays across Daniel's face and he turns around to leave. Noe will be fine without him.

A weak hand wraps around the tips of Daniel's fingers. Noe wants Daniel to stay.

Daniel winces from the pain of the hand's heat.

Sliding out from Noe's grasp, Daniel brings a stool beside Noe's bed across the small cubicle.

Disconnect