The living room was dimly lit, silent except for the soft hum of holographic news reports flickering in the corner. The headlines still screamed murder. The public smelled scandal and blood.
Orion sat slumped on the couch, freshly showered but still pale.
His mother stood before him, arms crossed, face unreadable. "So, this is the truth, Orion."
Orion: "…"
His face turned blank, his eyes darting left and right, to his mother and father. The former was glowing in some kind of golden energy, and the latter had wings sprouting from his back.
"So, the reason why my father was away, not because of this group called Blackwings, but was stranded near a blackhole? And father wasn't actually an angel but merely a human from an alien world?" Orion voiced his surprise.
Azzy replied with a calm nod. "More or less."
"I told you before. Alien civilizations exist more than you know." Leiza shrugged her shoulders.
"So, what now?" Orion asked.
