The deafening sound of alarm alerted the people in the Xianchi hotel. Another batch of Rescuers and bomb squads invaded the place and every customer was evacuated outside, a block away from the building. Elaine and Viriel carried Dreygo as the latter was half-conscious toward the taxi. Blood continuously dripped at Dreygo’s shirt as he coughed blood and suffered minute lacerations caused by flown cement particles during the blast. There was no need for hospitalization for the Harbinger for he could heal faster than human beings. He could feel pain but his body could regenerate itself at an accelerated pace. The Taxi driver, a lanky old man, complained about Dreygo’s condition that blood might stain his car seat covers. Viriel negotiated with the driver and gave him extra bucks for any trouble that would cause him. The driver had a different language which made Viriel difficult to communicate. In the end, Viriel used his power to make the Driver peacefully submit and accept the paym

Dreygo was suddenly awoken by his dreams of the past. The unending cries, screams, and wafting sea of flames flooded his dreams. His shirt was soaked wet with sweat and Elaine peacefully slept on the floor with only the extra sheets that comforted her. He looked for Viriel but there was no sign of him. The faint light of the morning sun found its way through in between the blinds. He tried to stretch his body, his arms outward, and a slight discomfort felt as freshly healed wounds on his chest. It seemed forever that he slept that numbed his feet as he tried to place them on the floor. He grabbed a glass of water on the side table and drank it whole. The water only filled his stomach but not his hunger. “Elaine.” He called and coughed right after. She did not flinch and continued with her sleep, her mouth slightly opened. Dreygo glanced at her and urged him to stare at her slightly shown midriff as her white shirt unconsciously lifted. The sheets covered most of her legs but slight

The moon was high beyond the delicate grey hues of clouds. Tsi Luen City lights danced colorfully that refracted intricately against towering structures. Beneath the beautiful scenery, lay underground darkness that deteriorated the core of the said City. The Zi Lok Triad contributed most of its underground endeavors, not only corrupting the system but infecting them subtly with Demonic influence. Beyond the heart of the city, towns were quieter which was an opportune place for clandestine activities. Fear had directed the people to give a blind eye to witness Zi Lok’s operations which made them safe from the eyes of the fearsome Triad. Two three-story buildings provided a small alley in between them that made seven police officers sneak along. Their positions were concealed by prying eyes. Faint illumination was provided by the few lamps spaced farther that hardly served its purpose. The bright lights of the city could not penetrate the girth of the alley and civilians were rarely pr

Tsengshe Hospital, Tsi Luen, Cheena *** The Harbinger's mind raced and his heart hammered against his chest as they hurried to the hospital. The demons could get Sho before they could get to him. Dreygo stepped inside the hospital lobby followed closely by Elaine. ‘My heart again. Having a mind on its own.’ The feeling was unusual. He ate risky situations for breakfast in hell but his heart said otherwise. But then again, as he assessed, Elaine was the root of his worry. Such a fragile creature, so human. He was not used to caring for another person as He was used to being a lone wolf in Hell. He could not afford Elaine to be shattered, mauled, or killed, for the thought was unbearable. Every worry that came up with his emotions was new to him. Something had grown inside of him, creeping out from a dark well. It was not his demonic powers but his essence of being human. Involuntary visions and sudden flashes of Hell, burning, screaming demons, and dark skies, diminished graduall

A combination of Greystone and tiled exquisite marble constructed the Imperator Atrium as it emphasized the beauty of Heaven Country Decadia. Decadia was one of the strongest cities, adjacent to its capital city Manuheim, of the Heaven World. The Imperator Atrium was the center for angel warriors. Its backyard sprawled acres of training ground for aspiring angels and second and third-ranking angels. The front yard, like most other grandiose structures, manicured a precarious landscape of flowers, palms, and fountains. Viriel sauntered inside the Atrium, his face plastered with worry. His depressed feelings were compensated by the strong but harmonious scent of flowers and oil that heaved the atmosphere. But even so, this meeting might be the end of his career as an angel warrior. The angel walked past towering statues of fallen heroes from the first Realm Wars of Heaven and Hell. He could still feel their intimidating presence even though they were already composed of carved marble