Palan sat on a wooden chair, hunched over a desk with a quill in his hands. Papers lay scattered over the tabletop, their pages filled to the edges with ink. Raea stood beside Palan, observing his work as he muttered while writing the same letter over and over. Raea asked, “And what sound does this letter make?”“I’ll seriously kill you if you ask me that one more time,” Palan said as the quill snapped in his hand.Raea pouted. “Can’t you just let me have my fun? It’s not every day that I get to be better than you at something,” she said. Palan glared at her, causing her to sigh. “Fine, fine.” She passed him a thin book. “This is a beginner level book that I found for you. It is unbelievably difficult to find reading material in this outpost.”Palan looked at the cover. “The Little Dog That Couldn’t,” he said and frowned. “I’m not sure if you’re genuinely trying to help me or insulting my intelligence.”“Is it too easy?” Raea asked and scratched her head. “I thought it’d be better to
“Why didn’t your chains work?” Palan asked Raea as Cleo clung to his leg. The angels in the room seemed uncertain as they took hesitant steps towards Palan. Unfortunately, neither he nor Raea were wearing their armor. A lance thrust towards Palan. He snorted, and Anidun’s dagger flashed across the angels’ vision, cutting off the tip of the lance. Palan edged towards the window while glaring at the angels standing across from him.“Charity nullifies any ability within a certain range,” Raea said as she continued to hide behind Palan.“So right now, you’re completely useless,” Palan said as he fended off another attack.“Even now, you can find time to insult me?”“Why are you buffoons hesitating!?” Ishim roared. “Charge them all at once.” He kicked the back of an angel in front of him, causing the fellow to tumble forward. Palan furrowed his brow as all the angels took a step forward in unison. He turned around and hugged Raea to his chest with his left arm before defenestrating himself
After traveling through the forest for a couple of days, Palan made it to the wall dividing the borderland and third sector. Cleo’s mouth fell open as she stared up at the towering red structure. The wall was made out of the same material as Anidun’s dagger. Its surface was smooth and reflective, leaving no purchase for climbing. “How do you even make something like this?” she asked and tapped the wall. “This makes a full circle?”Raea nodded. “Unless you can fly, you won’t be able to go over,” she said. She squinted her eyes and shielded them with her hand as she looked up. “And even if you could, there are patrols up there too.”“This is pretty impressive,” Palan said and raised an eyebrow. The wall was slanted towards him, the top hanging overhead. “Are all the walls for the sectors like this?”“The ones closer to the capital are taller,” Raea said. “This is the shortest one. I think it’s twenty feet tall?” She cupped her hands over her mouth and yelled, “Anyone up there?” A few mo
“So Ishim is really intending on rebelling?” Michael asked as he rubbed his chin. His eyebrows were slightly creased as he made eye contact with Raea. “And everything you say is true? There are no embellishments or hyperbole?”“Yes. I swear that everything I just told you occurred exactly as it happened,” Raea said and nodded, turning her head towards Palan as if seeking his confirmation. The demon seemed relaxed, standing next to the couch with his right hand dangling loosely by his dagger, but Cleo knew that the muscles in his calves and hamstrings had been tensed ever since Michael stepped into the room. Palan chose to stay silent as he stared at Michael, ignoring Raea’s gaze.Likewise, Michael didn’t even seem to acknowledge Palan’s existence, keeping his line of sight on Raea at all times. He asked her, “Do you have any proof of Ishim’s collaboration with Anidun? Just the word of a single angel is not enough to proclaim him guilty, even if your old man thinks it is.”“I am an ang
Palan groaned as his eyes focused on the white ceiling in his vision. He sat up, wincing as the flesh on his torso burned in protest. “So you finally woke up,” a voice said. Palan turned his head and saw Uzziel sitting on a chair in front of the door to the room. He saw Raea sleeping on a bed in the corner of his vision. “I was under the impression you were a sloth.” The angel gestured towards the floor beside his bed. Tara was sleeping on her side, hugging Cleo to her stomach.Palan made eye contact with the orange lizardman. Her beady black eyes were watery as she stared up at him, lips quivering. “Help,” she said, struggling to move her arms that were pinned to her side.Palan ignored Cleo and focused his gaze on Uzziel. “Who are you?” he asked. He frowned as his hands sifted through his bedsheets, looking for his dagger and pouch.“I put your belongings in the drawer next to you,” Uzziel said as he raised an eyebrow at Palan’s actions. “My name is Uzziel. I am a colonel serving un
Uzziel frowned as he crossed his legs and leaned back into his chair, staring at the approaching demon. He tapped his chin and tilted his head. “That magic,” he said. Before the words even escaped from his lips, Palan had already stuck his fingers in his ears. “He’s a pride demon?” Uzziel turned his head to look at Raea. Her body was collapsed forward on the bed, unmoving. He clicked his tongue and faced Palan again. He shouted, “Halt!” Cleo’s body stiffened and fell over.Palan took his fingers out of his ears. Blood trickled from them as he continued to walk forward, the wood splintering beneath his feet. Laughter echoed through the room as Tara sat on the foot of Raea’s bed, watching Palan approach her contractor. “He punctured his own ear drums,” she said and smiled. “What are you going to do now, Uzzy?”Uzziel narrowed his eyes as he climbed off the chair and picked up a sword that was resting beside him against the wall. “Why are you acting like this doesn’t concern you?” he sho
Palan’s eyes shifted to glance around the room. After confirming his surroundings, he sat up stretched his arms. His right hand felt slightly stiff, but he couldn’t complain. The last time he lost his arm to a lion as a child, it took two months to regrow. He was lying in the same bed—that was somehow repaired—as before, but Raea’s bed on the other side of the room was empty. “Why are you hiding under my bed?” Palan asked out loud.“Shut up and listen,” Tara’s voice said from below him.Muffled voices entered his ears from beyond the door.“Out of respect for your brother, I will not be reporting this to General Michael.”“Thank you.”“You should seriously consider replacing your demon, however. Any action he performs is directly reflected on you. If he kills a civilian, then the responsibility falls on you, the owner. You understand that, right?”“I understand.”“The look you are giving me tells me you aren’t going to listen.” There was a pause followed by an exhale. “Honestly, how d
“What do you want to know first?” Tara asked as she tilted her head, her hair falling back over her pointed ears.“My powers,” Palan said.“You honestly have no clue, huh?” Tara said and smiled as she uncrossed her feet and lay on her side. “You practically cut your own arm off earlier.”“If I had a clue, I wouldn’t be asking,” Palan said and narrowed his eyes.Tara yawned and rotated her ankle. “A pride demon’s power is the control of gravity. Do you know what gravity is?” Tara asked and smiled. She giggled as Palan scowled at her. “It’s basically the force that pulls you down. Right now, it seems like you can only control the gravity of yourself and the things you touch. That’s perfectly normal. As you grow stronger, you’ll be able to influence things that are further away. Eventually, you’ll be able to control the gravity of people directly, as long as they’re weaker than you.” She smiled. “Just like how I can manipulate your body like a ragdoll.”“So basically, I can make things h