บททั้งหมดของ Befallen: A Herald's Tale (BL): บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

EROS   I couldn’t believe people were falling for these lies. I have established my career since ten single-handedly, and all I got are false accusations—ALWAYS! I am tired of how the media wanted to drag me to filth when I did nothing but paint. I was a painter, not an actor, but since I became known to mainstream media, my life has been this messy. I could never rest from this mess.   “Hey, you!” I rolled my eyes as I heard the caller.   “I’m not in the mood, Perth,” I answered as I laid my back on the couch.   “Are you in your sanctuary?”   “You know where I am, right now.”   “I am coming over. I am bringing liquor—your favorite, Cognac,” said Perth, laughing.   “Nah, you mean your favorite?” I replied. “Just come here. I am bored to death!”   A few minutes passed, and Perth arrived. He brought his

EROS   It was Sunday and gloomy--every day to me was gloomy. I was still on the loose from the social justice warriors and keyboard smashers, and it became more gloomy. Gloomy. Dreary. Cloudy.   A regular day for me—except I am nursing a sleeping stranger in my house. On a typical day, I was either painting or traveling to gain ideas and inspiration. That way, the visual bank inside my head would expand, and the ocean of images, shapes, symbols, and patterns would drown me into the abyss.   Port was inside the room for almost two days already. For once, he's alive. He responds but does not go out of bed, doesn't take his meals which I was worried about because if this person died under my care, I would be doomed. Today is his third day at my house.   "Hello, Eros, I miss you so much!" Ara, Perth's girlfriend, greeted me as she entered my house. She passed me a box of pizza and a

EROS   The next day, I called Port to join me in the kitchen. At first, he was hesitant, ashamed of what had happened, but as the hours passed, he finally loosened up.   "I am doing this not because I am okay with you being here. I am currently investigating your origin," I said sternly. Port just nodded in response.   "I will teach you house chores. It seemed like you were an heir without experience in cleaning, cooking, and washing clothes. On this property, I am alone, and I don't have any housemaids. As payment for your accommodation and food in this household, you will work as a helper. Is that clear?"   "Yes, I will!" he exclaimed.

PORT   Val.   For almost a decade, I haven't heard of that name. I've been to different realms and territories, but I haven't seen him again. I wondered what had happened to him.   The portal brought me back to the Terrene world. I felt suffocated just being inside hell. Hearing something from Lilith I had tried to forget nine years ago makes my head hazy all over again.   I calmed myself and continued with the job, traveled from realm to realm, and delivered messages from one terrene to another. I felt exhausted and worried about how Lilith succeeded in getting into my head.   I p

PORT   "—I will kiss you,"   Doom suddenly stopped moving the cloud and smirked. "Fair enough, now do it," Doom said, leaning forward with protruding lips. My eyes widened upon hearing Doom's approval of my boon—that was supposed to be a joke!   I immediately jumped from the cloud chair and settled, letting out a considerable amount of air from my lungs. I could hear my veins throb wildly. Then, Doom suddenly disappeared from the cloud chair.   I looked for him around the room, but he was nowhere to be found. As if he evaporated from thin air.   "—are you looking for me?" I suddenl