What would life be without emotions? In a lifetime without emotions, there would be nothing we would care about since there would be no significance to anything. Even as the world ends or death is imminent, we shall merely drift, unconcerned with anything. So, if there are no emotions in life, imagine that we are merely going through the routines of daily life with no desire to pursue our goals or any sense of meaning in life. However, if we lose or fail, at least there wouldn't be any pressure. Angels, on the other hand, appear to be emotionless creatures, but they are not deprived by it. Do you believe the emotionless and deterministic angels would be content with their long life span without the need to strive or just stay apathetic? Or are they really fine by just blindly following all orders from above? Since angels believe that acting through emotion is a weakness, it doesn’t mean that they don’t really have any emotions. They just chose not to outwardly show it or live by
Without pain, Antur's precious wings slowly detached from his ankles, and his feathers dramatically fell out. The wings that had once represented their identity as servants of the gods were slipping away from his grasp. He desperately attempted to halt the process by tightly hugging his wings, but it was a futile effort. [You have been recommended by the God of War, Lord Ydnah, to join the purging.] The word "recommended" grated on him. It was infuriating to read, as there was no way turning into a purger could be likened to a simple job assignment; it was a punishment. But why was he suddenly facing punishment? He had no awareness of the reason behind it, so he implored the flashing screen that continually bombarded him with messages, asking, "Why am I being punished?" However, he received nothing more than an automated response, the same message delivered to countless other angels facing a similar fate. Antur's confusion and frustration mounted as he grappled with this bewilderi
Antur had been overseeing the Ademordna for decades. He recognized the person in front of him immediately, owing to the prominent status of this individual and his family in human society. They were a family closely monitored by the angels for engaging in actions that bordered on purgatory-worthy transgressions. Yet none of them had crossed the threshold to be considered purgeable. It was as if they had an innate sense of when to stop or how to remain just below the criteria for heavenly punishment. However, the angels could do nothing but watch, for there was no evidence to suggest that this human group knew the exact criteria of the purging system. "Please, help me. I can give you anything. I am Eric Thom," Eric pleaded, desperation evident in his voice. Antur, thanks to the unexpected presence of Eric, had been saved from the clutches of his own enemies. Little did Eric know that Antur was contemplating his own sinister plans, for he was the owner of this island. The people who ha
Healing powers were exclusive to beings with light attributes and heavenly creatures. Any creature or attribute associated with darkness and the underworld possessed the ability to regenerate and heal themselves but was devoid of the capacity to heal others. Such entities were often characterized by their selfish and self-centered nature, making the act of healing others a power they would never utilize, even if they possessed it. Therefore, hearing that a human's sibling had healing powers suggested that this person was either a divine being, a saint, or a priest with the potential to contact heaven. This made Antur open to the idea of seeking assistance from Eric's brother, especially since he couldn't come to terms with the severe punishment he had received for merely approaching a divine entity's dwelling. "Everyone is dead. Who will pilot your aircraft?" Antur inquired after they had made their way around Eric's mansion. Antur had incapacitated all the enemies they had encountere
Everyone's jaws dropped as they gazed at Antur's exposed anatomy. However, Antur remained unfazed. Displaying their bodies was considered normal in their context, and he wondered why everyone seemed so shocked. He soon realized that their astonishment likely stemmed from discovering that their boss's son was homosexual. "Mother!" Eric exclaimed, hastily pulling Antur's skirt down and concealing him on his back. "What? Are you embarrassed? Don't worry, I don't mind if it's your preference, but my son, do not neglect your responsibilities. You've turned this facility into a mess due to your incompetence," Ellise remarked. "Yes, Mother." Eric said. "Return to Ademordna. I'll take care of everything here. I won't entrust this place to you again." Ellise commanded. "Y-yes. I'm sorry." Ellise shot one last glare at Antur and suggested, "Let him play with Lambert. They appear to be of the same age." "Y-yes?" Eric replied. "Allow him to play with him too, so he won't have to think abou
Eric's reaction to finding his brother lifeless was devoid of shock or distress. He simply stared at Gaige with profound sorrow, having experienced the loss of family members in the past. The difference was that the eighteen-year-old brother before him played no role in the family business; he was merely a pawn of their mother, a fate more tragic than that of those who had died in service. "Why is my brother not breathing?" Eric asked Patal once more, this time in a calmer tone. Patal remained silent, standing at the door without any intention of answering Eric's question. Eric should have pointed his gun at Patal by now, but instead, he chose to engage in conversation, despite Patal's clear reluctance. Eric knew of Patal's loyalty to their family and was aware of how Patal carried out his duties. However, Patal's concealment of Gaige's death was deeply suspicious. "Tell me. I won't inform Mother if you have a valid reason," Eric implored. "He is not dead, sir," Patal replied. "D
Eric's concern for his only “pure and non-evil sibling”, Gaige, is evident. He not only cares for Gaige's safety but is also determined to unravel the mystery behind Gaige's unique healing powers. In his quest to understand Gaige's power, Eric went to great lengths, even resorting to kidnapping individuals who claimed to possess healing abilities. However, all his efforts proved futile, as none of these individuals could genuinely heal themselves except for his brother. He expanded his research internationally, hoping to find the origin and source of this power, but it yielded no results. With Gaige now lying lifeless, Eric felt the hopelessness of trying to comprehend his brother's powers. But when Antur, the first person he encountered with similar abilities to Gaige, asked for money, Eric saw an opportunity. He was willing to provide the funds in exchange for a favor. "I need time to gather such money, but I want something in return," he proposed.Antur’s eyes immediately gazed at
Gaige gently patted Lisa’s back, but his attention was on the uninvited purger. "Who is he, Lisa?" Gaige asked. Lisa stood up, wiping the side of her eyes, and reported, "Today marks the sixth day you've been asleep. Yesterday, Sir Eric and his girlfriend arrived here due to Madam Ellise’s order." Gaige's ears perked up at the mention of Ellise's involvement with another purger. He had never imagined Ellise would care for more than one purger. Studying the face of the frozen purger, Gaige found it strangely familiar. "Why are you here?" he asked. Unfortunately, he couldn't yet see the overhead name, so he had no clue who the person was. "Do you not remember?" Antur replied, loosening up, though he remained seated on the floor. He brushed his long silver hair with his fingers, careful not to let it touch the carpet. "Remember what? Did we meet before? Ah! Right! Wait?" Gaige's voice shifted from low to high as he remembered Antur. At the same time, he grew perplexed about why he w