Zeryon breathed a sigh of relief. His curiosity will be paid off with the information brought by his loyal servant.
Vargas asked for permission for the email to be printed. Zeryon nodded. His loyal servant started to print out the files while standing. After he finished, he gave the papers to him.
Zeryon's hand reached for the given papers. He then carefully read Gina's biography. Starting from the date of birth, address, homeschooling, family, teachers and friends. His head nodded slowly. The data in his hand was quite complete.
Vargas returned to print the image file before handing it over to Zeryon.
Zeryon flipped through the photos in his hands with glee. His lips curled into a smile unconsciously, then suddenly it's faded. "Who is this man?" he inquired.
Vargas lowered his head to look at the photo in zerion's hand. "It appears that he is Gina's closest friend."
Zeryon raised his head and asked, "What do you mean? Is he er... her boyfriend?"
"Why? Are you jealous?" Heva asked, sounding amused.
Zeryon had just realized Heva was standing behind him. She brought his clothes, which she had just finished in the laundry this morning.
"What? No way." Zeryon turned back and looked up at Heva.
"It's fine if you're feeling jealous."
"Stop teasing me, Heva!"
"Oh well." Heva coughed a little, then stuffed Zeryon's clothes into the wadrope.
"Do you have any information on these Gina's friends?" Zeryon asked, while he looked at the photos.
"Yes, just look at the last page. Yesiba Hill and Bryn Dogene both had registered to the San Francisco Art Academy."
Hearing that, Zeryon felt hope welling up in his heart. "So, Gina also attend the Art Academy?"
"No, I can't find her information at any college."
"Too bad. If she was one of the students there, I would be able to see her often."
Zeryon closed his eyes. Gina's lovely face seemed reluctant to leave his mind. Her sparkling beautiful eyes, small nose and pinkish lips like strawberry. The young woman's image was real, and he could still smell her strong scent and her energy.
"Do you need me to arrange a meeting with the young woman? I can bring her here," Vargas said.
"No need. She'll feel forced later. I don't want that Just let her come and find me by herself." Zeryon put the information papers on the table.
"She'll definitely be looking for you if she knows who you are," Vargas said, as he tidied up the files.
"Isn't it the other way around? If she finds out who I really am, she'll run away."
"Fact check. It didn't happen to me and Heva. Not only energy, but even our willingness to give our lives for you. But you never want to accept it."
"You've been with me all this time. That's enough for me."
None of them will ever forget the night of the summer of 1992. When there was an earthquake, precisely, when the underwold portals opened and rocked California. The portal connected with the main portal in Hawaii.
Earth shook on June 28th. Zeryon followed in the footsteps of the demons to enter a world he had never seen before; Earth surface. That's the day he was "born" on the human world.
It was not the beauty of the earth that he saw for the first time, but it was even worse than hell.
Bodies layed on the ground, buildings collapsed and roads split in two. And the sound of screams of fear and the wailing of human tears grieves the hearts of those who hear them.
That's when Zeryon first met Heva and Vargas. He reflexively lifted the rubble of the building when he heard some kids calling for help.
"You saved us. We had lost our parents. And now support us. We can never pay for what you did, Zeryon." Heva, who had finished tidying up the wardropes, approached them.
"Hey, you guys are working. Then you're the ones who support yourself."
"Why don't you ever accept compliments." Heva rolled her eyes.
Zeryon laughed. "I don't need praises! It doesn't give me any effect."
"Okay cold-blooded creature. I want to continue with my homework," Heva said and then she said goodbye and went downstairs.
"I'll excuse myself Zeryon too," Vargas said.
"Thank you, Vargas," Zeryon responded.
"No problem. If there's nothing else I can do, you can tell me now."
"That's all for now. You're doing an excellent job as always."
Vargas nodded firmly, then left Zeryon's room.
Silence enveloped the room. Zeryon's mind was buzzing again like termites that came about to eat away at the inside of the wood. His mind was again captivated by Gina's shadow.
He wondered what she was doing now and what she was thinking about him. He thought to himself that he needed to do something to fix the missundertanding that might happened before.
Zeryon's fingers were tapping on the table. His mind wandered for a moment, then he opened the laptop back, this time to browse his YouTube account.
He usually went online to show his artwork or simply to live with a painted face. But he couldn't wait to get online. He was no longer concerned with his appearance.
Only a few minutes into the broadcast, hundreds of thousands of viewers had joined. The responses poured in. Zeryon's natural appearance had astounded his fans. Many of the comments also stated that they prefer the his usual appearance.
Zeryon greeted all the audience, and called out a few of their names. He knew their followers would love that.
He cleared his throat, then he started making his point, "To GB whom I just met today. I apologize if there are words or my action that offends your heart." Then he ended the live show.
What he had just done of course will invite curiosity throughout the internet. The live apology was flooded by the comments. The viewers asked who was the person that was mentioned by the Youtube Star.