“ I was tangled in conflicts between hell and Heaven .

the light they promised me just almost killed me .

I know since I was a child that I’m not a normal human being but …

I tried to live my life to fullest ,

until I met him ,

my world turned upside down ,

is he my savior or my doom ?

I don’t know..

But my heart aches every time I see him.

Please , you’re my only angel !

CHAPTER 01

It was a night unlike any other.

The sky was heavy with storm clouds, the streets barren, cloaked in silence.

A plague had swept through the city, and fear kept people locked away in their homes.

The only sound that dared to break the silence was the thunder that roared through the heavens—until another sound pierced the night.

A scream. A woman’s cry of pain, echoing from within the crumbling walls of an abandoned house.

The house itself was old—its walls brittle, doors barely hanging on their hinges.

A homeless man, familiar with the place and seeking shelter for the night, stopped in his tracks when he heard the cry.

He hesitated . A voice ?

Driving by his curious , he stepped closer to investigate.

But just as he reached the doorway—

He exploded….

Reduced to nothing but scattered dust and ash before his foot could even cross the threshold.

As if something—or someone—within didn’t want to be disturbed.

Moments passed. Then, another cry shattered the stillness—this time, the wail of a newborn child.

A figure cloaked in black stepped forward from the shadows.

A hood concealed his face, making it impossible to tell who—or what—he truly was.

He cradled the child in his arms with a cold precision.

“My baby… please… let me see him…” the woman pleaded, barely conscious from the pain of giving birth alone in such a place.

The cloaked figure responded with a voice like cold steel:

“You’ve done your part well. But your role ends here.”

Her eyes widened in confusion and fear. “Wha… what do you mean?”

The child’s cries tore through her heart as she watched him cradled in the arms of that monster.

With every shred of strength left in her, she forced herself to stand.

She froze when she saw him lift his head just slightly—his eyes hidden beneath his hood, but the message was clear: How dare you speak to me? He didn’t need to say it. She felt it.

He began pacing slowly around her, his voice void of any emotion:

“This child was never meant to be born. By allowing him to live… we’ve shown mercy—to you, and to him. You should be grateful.”

A chill surged through her fragile body. She understood the weight of his words—and the power he held. And yet, she refused to give in.

He turned his back on her and began walking toward the door.

This was her last chance.

She summoned every ounce of strength left in her broken frame, dragging herself up in desperation.

“Wait… please…”

He paused.

“I promise—we’ll disappear. You’ll never hear of us again. No one will. I can—”

But he tilted his head ever so slightly, his body language laced with boredom, as if he’d heard this same plea a thousand times before.

And without warning—without wind, without movement—he snapped his fingers.

The woman burst into red mist.

Her blood painted the room, staining the cracked floor and splattering across the figure’s cloak.

He calmly wiped the droplets from his face, unfazed.

“These women… they never know when to stay silent.”

And then—silence.

The infant’s wailing ceased, as if even he understood that the warmth that once held him was gone, and the hands he now rested in belonged to something far more dangerous .

To be continued…

CHAPTER 02

With the mother gone from existence entirely, there was nothing left to stand in his way—for now. It was time to leave immediately, before word of the infant’s birth reached a faction he would rather keep in the dark.

But the moment he stepped past the doorway, a bluish-white beam shot down like lightning from the heavens, striking the very spot where the man in black had stood.

Rocks and dust exploded outward, scattering like debris from a nuclear blast.

By sheer luck—and even with the infant still in his arms—he managed to dodge the deadly strike, escaping with only a few wounds. He barely had time to catch his breath when a voice called from behind, cold and threatening:

“Kavrael!”

He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The very light that had struck him was enough to reveal the identity.

“Damn it…”

Kavrael straightened up, irritation and hatred hardening his features as the hood fell back, exposing his face.

“Tamarech,” he muttered.

He paused for a brief second, mind racing for a way out.

“My repulsive brother…”

With a flick of his wrist, Kavrael drew his weapon discreetly. Then, in a desperate attempt to catch Tamarech off guard, he spun around, swinging toward him.

“It’s been a long time…”

The strike was met with a loud metallic screech—it had collided with the arm-shield Tamarech wore, stopping it cold.

Unflinching, Tamarech smiled—an unsettling smile devoid of warmth.

“Did you miss me … brother?”

He lunged forward with force, sending Kavrael staggering back. Even with his own power, Kavrael wasn’t at his full strength—especially while carrying the child. Facing a lower-ranked angel would have been difficult enough, but facing one of the archangels like Tamarech was nearly impossible.

Still, Kavrael resisted with everything he had.

But the child in his arms restrained him. It slowed his movements—particularly in the face of a force like Tamarech’s.

“Just hand over the hybrid, Kavrael…”

“I don’t want to kill you.”

Tamarech’s tone was void of any emotion—completely at odds with the brutal strike he had just unleashed. His actions betrayed his words; the earlier attack was clearly meant to kill both Kavrael and the child.

Kavrael muttered under his breath, “Right… of course.”

He looked Tamarech straight in the eye, a smirk tugging at his lips with bitter irony.

“Is that what you told Malrakar too?”

Tamarech’s expression cracked.

His grip faltered. Emotion surged in waves across his face—anger, pain, grief.

It was like being struck himself.

For a brief moment, the overwhelming image of Malrakar’s final expression flashed in his mind—etched into memory, unforgettable.

Tamarech loosened his hand and stepped back, shaken.

“That’s not… true… Malrakar didn’t…”

His voice faltered, unsteady.

He looked dazed, haunted by something deeper.

And in that instant, Kavrael saw the hesitation—the moment of vulnerability.

But what he would do with it… was yet to be decided.

TO BE CONTINUED…..