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Devil Child

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. —- Discord: SEP1A#9769 Cover Art: raazu692 | Fiverr

SEP1A · LGBT+
Classificações insuficientes
134 Chs

To Be With You Part 3

"Thank you for helping the kids get to school this morning," Bashira pats Abebe's back.

"As always, it's my pleasure," Abebe grins.

Bashira holds back her blush. Walking into the throng, she is swallowed up by the crowd.

"Follow me," Abebe addresses the group and leads the procession into the circle's activity.

Across the circle, beyond the people rushing and lurking, is a rectangular opening in the concrete wall. White-blue light shines from within the wall's entrance, casting its smoothly plastered walls in an eery glow.

As people pass by, they respectfully swerve around the procession, throwing Abebe glances of gratefulness. Abebe must be their chef.

Noe nears the rectangular entrance.

Recognizing the familiar scent of salted garlic, cilantro, and rosemary, Daniel says from behind Noe, "That must lead to the kitchen."