PORT   We entered my room using a portal from the library. This time, I was able to see clearly the aftermath of that hellhole. In my years of being a Herald, I thought Fiery Realm—hell—was the worst place any angel Herald could leap. Things changed; now, in the gut of a whale.   My whole room was filled with a stench smell. Our feet, drenching with a combination of digestive liquid and seawater, flooded the floor. I could not fathom the idea that I had been in the stomach of a marine beast. I checked my clothes, and all were stained with unrecognizable substances.   "What's wrong?" Doom asked.   I closed my eyes as I heard him. I inhaled so d

PORT   I have observed terrenes for my entire life as a Keeper and a Herald. I knew how they express their feelings to their partners, how they court, how they date and become intimate. This, for me, was something new.   I am an angel. I was not supposed to conform to this feeling called love. The Providence had orders for angels to take care of his creations, not to act like them. Not to follow what they are doing. Not to love terrenes, but to serve them. Not to love another angel, but work with them.   Doom was sleeping soundly on my arms on a cold, cozy night. I looked at his face under the dim light, and he was wearing a smile. I fixed his hair, watche

EROS   A week passed, Port had adjusted in my home. He knew how to prepare a meal, wash the dishes, clean the room, and even wash clothes. Port was quiet. He only responds when asked or called—he doesn't start a conversation with me unless he wants to watch television.   It doesn't matter. I wanted a peaceful life in my sanctuary. I wanted serenity, and he doesn't have a place to stay, so it's a win-win situation for the two of us. With this, I was able to focus on my artwork.   My recent scandal died down as the CCTV footage was released, I freely gained back my integrity. But I know I was far from being safe from my critics and haters. I could accept every criticism of my artwork, but lies and fake accu

EROS   The air was cold, and the night was old. Port and I are still standing at the rails of the roof deck. Nothing's great to view in here, just pure darkness and serenity.   "Aren't you tired?" I asked without looking. We've been standing here for so long, I lost track of time.   "I'm not," he replied.   "For once, I also wanted to be like you,"   From my peripherals, I could see him shift his position and face me, "Why would you want to be like me?"   "I wanted to forget everything,"  

EROS   We arrived at the front gate of my property. There, I saw the car owned by Perth parked outside. I opened the window on Port's side, then Perth showed up.   "I heard my bestie got a new phone," Perth said teasingly.   Port giggled and showed his new phone. "I don't know how to use it," he said in a small voice.   "What?" I exclaimed. "You asked me to buy that expensive unit, yet, you don't know how to use it?"   "Let him be!" Perth inserted. "Don't worry, bestie. Ara will teach you how to use it. She owned an X flip too,"