In the luminous city of Angelica, giant, palm-like trees gleam under the warm, stoic breeze—their brightness ever so gracefully shining on the lively grass below.
The streets pulse with life and citizens erupt in joyous cheers. Street angels stand on corners, their harmonious hymns filling the air. "O' Mary, O' Mary, you come with my heart. Bring forth your great love, and make me all the more. For love, I have waited; it's all in your hands. Give me all your attention as this is my stand."
Each street angel providing a variety of emotions, creating a calm and cozy atmosphere all around. Many angels pass by and pay them their talents handsomely to keep the culture intact.
Inside bustling bars, chaos reigns as many gather to watch as brethren—regardless of race, political, or social stature.
A massive TV broadcasts an airball tournament: an angel deftly evades the opponents' tackles, causing the crowd to chant: "Ralsee! Ralsee! Ralsee!"
Ralsee nears the end, but his flag is swiftly snatch by the rival team's speedster, ceasing his near-flawless run. The crowd explodes in outrage: "WHAT!" "Unfair!" "Really?!" "HOW?!" "BOO!"
Drinks and glasses are thrown around the bar as employees defend themselves with riot shields.
Employee 1: "Mr. Hassam doesn't pay us this much to deal with these sports fans."
Employee 2: "Amen."
Employee 3: "I'm gonna ask him for a raise tomorrow."
Employee 4: "I'm coming with you and he better say yes, otherwise."
Employee 5: "Oo~, are we gonna do a revolution or some 'cause I'm down for it."
Employee 6: "If we're doing one, you better not be afraid of prison, Pimelo."
In shops, Earth Fairies toil tirelessly, stocking shelves with fairy-made trinkets.
A fairy sighs as they put toys on the shelves. "Replenishing my Phylx is so exhausting. We should've sold our building to the Gamapo company a long time ago. That money could've brought us an island—oh, or a resort."
Another pats their back, letting out a belly laugh. "Tell me about it. But as long as business thrives, we'll manage, son. This right here"—he pats the walls—"has been in our hands for nearly 740 years, and it's not coming out now. Some might call this generational trauma, but we call this life."
"Life of a miserable fairy." The son faintly mocks.
The father pushes off the wall and walks toward him. "I was just like you, son. But I outgrew my rebellious phase and took up the shop. We've built a reputation around here for being genuine with our craft. Moreso, many view our shop like it's the 40th wonder of the world. I know it'll make you unhappy, but you gotta keep a smile on your face, even when it's tough." He puts a hand on his shoulder.
The son slowly turns to his hands. "Oh.. okay, father.."
But in a particular hospital, an angelic woman is in labor. Her husband clutches her hand gently. "Let me ease your pain, dear," he offers.
She smiles, her eyes sparkling in admiration. "Thank you, David. I really appreciate it."
The doctors enter the room in time to hear parts of their conversation.
One of them quickly butts in. "Whoa—there, love birds. If you're planning a perfect pregnancy, supervision is required to avoid any complications. She'll be fine, sir. Leave it to us until you are required."
The doctors quickly settle in. The first Doctor positions herself between the angelic woman's legs, while the other checks the vitals. Once settled in, the doctor signals them to begin.
The two angels activate their healing magic, as the doctors make haste. After the procedure is finished, the newborn weeps in the doctor's arms. As they inspect the baby for signs of illness or disability, they instead froze in awe.
The baby gleams faintly, his wet wings shimmering brightly, and his eyes more luminous than those of a typical Genesis angel.
"A charged Genesis baby?" the male doctor whispers.
"Unbelievable… this is my first time seeing one of this caliber!" the female doctor cries.
David and Sphyla stare in shock at the rare sight.
"God has blessed us," David exclaimes, tears streaming from his cheek.
"Indeed." Sphyla says faintly.
The female hands David his baby, and the male gives the bill. "Once you've recovered, you're free to go."
David pays in gold and the doctors swiftly leave. He cradles the newborn in his arms, murmuring. "Just what will you become, little one?"
—When the boy grew to be eight years old, David watches him in awe, as he heals a wounded dove with a single touch.
"My father, David, trained me under the Solomon Rule for the first time. My first task was simple—to heal animals. It seemed very simple at first but has grown harder over time—or so I thought."
—At ten years old, he ventures into the hidden library beneath his home. As he aimlessly wanders around, he stumbles upon his father's open autobiography.
Overwhelmed by curiosity, he takes a glimpse at its content: "During my teenage years, my sister ate my chocolate ice cream, so as a consequence, I dunked her toothbrush in the toilet. You like to steal ice cream, huh? How about you taste its remains! She used it for 4 years, and I never said anything about it ever again."
Kailus is disgusted yet immersed in his father's younger self. He's tempted to read more, but his fear of being caught kept him at bay.
"I know reading a living relative's book is forbidden, but it was just too irresistible. But~, the book proves one thing, and one thing only, and that's my Father's pettiness. I still remember he pushed me to the point of exhaustion over a 2-topping sandwich. A sandwich you could've made in 3 minutes! He's the same man as yesterday and forevermore."
—When Kailus is twelve, his mother drags him into the hospital to visit Aunt Anabel, an esteemed nurse.
"I was forced to visit Aunt Anabel during her break. I thought it'd be boring, but while they were chatting, I managed to sip some of Auntie's poison liquor. Guess what? It was absolutely disgusting! Honestly, made my time there worse. I don't really get the hype for it. And now looking back, why was she even drinking near patients?"
—At sixteen years old, he donates blood to the Vampire Queen.
"Father calls it 'training', but she drank more than I can regenerate, and I'm a CHARGED GENESIS ANGEL! I was stiff for days, missed a week of school, and had a nervous breakdown. And all he gave me was a golden bracelet to make up for it—pathetic."
—At eighteen, he reclines with his parents on a branch, watching the amazing view.
"At eighteen, I am finally leaving for the Oldest Solomon College," he wrote, "ready to begin anew and leave this life behind… Oh yeah, the branch beneath us broke, and my father forgot to fly. So he fell 27 feet down and broke his spinal cord. Karma~!"
As he's writing in his autobiography, Sphyla yells out. "Kailus, sweetie, come out of the library or you'll miss college!"
"It's time already?" Kailus mumbles to himself. "I thought I'd be done by then."
He leaps up in an instant and grabs his autobiography.
'The college opens to all who turn eighteen across the Golden Continent with a 100% rate. It's meant to teach economics, social cues, intense biology (you know what that means), and you get the point—it's to prepare everyone for the real world. I only heard of it through whispers about its own economy system. Everything I've heard about it sounds so amazing!'
Kailus rushes to his room, but his parents stop him at the door.
Sphyla smothers him with kisses, causing him to drop his book. "Oh, Kalie, how you've grown so much. Be sure to take care of yourself," she says.
David hugs him tightly. "Train daily, son. And stay strong like your father. Trust in God for stability like always."
Kailus nods proudly with a hint of irritation. "Yes, Father."
Sphyla pouts. "No love for me? Oh, how you've always been a daddy's boy your entire life. I still remember when you were, but a mere child, flying for the first time. I opened my arms, expecting your precious presence in between them, because that's what all babies do: 'Favor their mother'. But oh nooo~, instead, you went into your bumbling, idiot dad! He didn't even see it coming. But I guess that's what I get for getting my hopes up in having a mama's boy."
David pulls her close, gently pinching her cheek. "Well, at least you have me..."
"Save that for the bedroom," she quips, turning her head away.
Kailus, not wanting to add any substance to the conversation, picks up his book, enters his room.
While he's packing, the pet eye watches from above. The flying eye, a pure black and white star, stares elongated and oddly as if it can conjure up an abyss from within its pupils. Her wings flapped continuously in the air, alerting her presence.
Kailus smiles. "Why are you always thinking? You barely said anything yesterday."
The eye responds blankly. "I'm still trying to process the elimination of you from this household."
Kailus puts his shoe boxes and undergarments in the suitcase. "That's a weird way to put it into perspective."
The eyes replies. "It's not really. I've seen all parts of your life. From spoiledness to accountability, I'm surprised you were able to find adulthood years before the moment came. Many of my own lack merely two years behind their maturity. You should be grateful for your foresight. Many, and I mean many, successful people conjure a different aura around them. And I can sense that very well within you."
Kailus stops packing and stares at her. "Don't mention my spoiledness again."
The eye widens her eyelids for a bit. She then blinks irrapidly, signaling her understanding.
He finishes packing his suitcases and leaves his room. David and Sphyla are loudly speaking in the living room.
'This is my chance to leave without another monologue. Sweet baby Jesus, here I come!'
As he grips the front door, Sphyla suddenly calls out. "One last thing, sweetie," she says, hurriedly running toward him.
She grasp both of his hands and looks him dead in the eye. "Learn to forgive yourself. I hear you af night screaming in your room at things you should've forgiven yourself years ago."
A vivid memory surfaces:
In class, the teacher announces. "Take notes—this is for your finals."
He looks around in his bag to find nothing.
'Awe, I've given all of my pencils to my friends. I hope my classmates have some spare ones.'
He asks the bunny girl beside him. "Do you have a pencil?"
She scoffs loudly. "How about you get your own supplies? This isn't daycare, Kailus!"
The class roared with laughter as Kailus sank into his seat, mortified.
Flashback ends.
Kailus jerks back to the present as Sphyla hugs him. "Just don't embarrass yourself, darling."
Kailus lightly nods. "I will," he says feignly.
He waves one last time before stepping outside and taking off. They wave back with tears in their eyes, watching their child disappear in the distance—leaving them for the last time.
When he's out of view, David pinches Sphyla's waist, causing her to yelp. "Great, you reminded him of that."
She smacks his head. "I was just being cautious!"
"You know that's my weak spot!" David groans.
Sphyla whispers into his ear. "How about I make it up since the house is empty?"
"Fine," he mumbles, rubbing his head.
The eye exits Kailus' room. "David, Sphyla, let me follow the boy for just a moment."
Meanwhile:
Outside, Kailus soars ahead, passing many along the way. Angelica's golden roads gleam, lined with shops, bars, and entertainment venues—forever vibrant.
On speakers, The Magical Musicians' vocals drift throughout the area, enchanting the air around: "I know that you believe~ that good is defeated, but I'll tell you that the coin's on the roll. Hope did it! (Yeah) Hope did it! Now that the coin's on the roll."
"Ah, "Last Chance" was one of my favorites when I was five," Kailus sighs heavily, reflecting on his time.
'Now that I'm leaving my home for a place full of strangers, it feels isolating. Yes, I was silent for most of my time, but it's because they always deviate the conversation into 'Lovey Dovey', rather than about me. Losing my only source of comfort is my greatest fear—and fear, one way or another, always comes to challenge me out of all beings. Now, I'm left with only myself, my parents' lessons, and no allies to save me. I-I think I'm prepared for what's about to happen.'