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Chapter 7: Pena (1)Haze rubbed his still tired eyes with the lower part of his palm, squinting the other eyes to adjust his looming vision. Haze sits his body from the hard couch he has been lying on, looking around the rather spacious yet empty living room.“Young lad, have you already woken up? Can you help me set up the dining room?”The voice that was calling for Haze is hoarse, but it sounded like a woman’s. Haze turns his head to see the woman with a blue dress behind him. The woman looked like in her forty, and her red hair was tied into a bun that neatly kept in her flowery drape caps. She has two other women that dress in black and white next to her.“Your friends went out with my husband to look around the town.”She said without Haze asking for it first, the madam smiles and points her finger to one of the drawers near her.“The plate for guests is over there. Take them out so
Chapter 6: Fallen (5)“Micheal, are you alright?”Ezekiel rubs the inflamed cheek of Micheal. Every bit of movement from Ezekiel towards Micheal plays slowly on Haze’s head, from the way they look at each other to how their finger can’t stop to caress one another.The image of finally together again with Ezekiel has swept away like castle sand on the beach shores, a fantasy that will never come true until Haze removes all the salty waters away.“I’m okay Ezekiel, can I entrust you to take care of all ten of them while I talk to this kind passenger.”Micheal pats Ezekiel’s hair. That unnecessary pretension of Micheal affection makes Haze blood boils in jealousy. Ezekiel nods in response, but before he left, he glances at Haze one last time.“No, I can’t, Micheal.”Ezekiel said after seeing the blood lust on Haze eyes.&ld
Chapter 5: Fallen (4)There are too many voids in Ezekiel’s head that need to be filled, too many questions left unanswered. Everything just seems vaguer in each second they are together. The unknown demon is holding Ezekielin in his arms, leaning his h
Chapter 4: Fallen (3)The whisper of the wind is eating every sound before it escapes the top end of the tree branches. Everything about this place is gloom and grey; only their halo illuminates their surroundings with clear light.
Chapter 3: Fallen (2)Wings of the blackest feathers hammer the burning sky. Every beat of it sends a wave of heavy pressure. He landed on the front line of his Grigory army with thirty other prince's disciples, they were all set, standing brave in line with their own troops, prepared for the wars to come.
Chapter 2: Fallen (1)"How can it be like this?"Heaven throws him, and now Hell tricks him. The