Celestial Hybrid

Chapter 15

(Earlier that day)

A portal appeared as a masculine figure could be seen, walking into an expensively decorated throne room. Long blue haired with cerulean eyes, adorned in a blue flowing robe. The very air trembled in his presence as he calmly approached the figure seated cross-legged upon her throne — which sparked with red lightning.

She watched him with a frown etched on her face as he covered the distance between them — only stopping a few steps away.

“If you're here to convince me to seize my pursuit,” Her voice reverberated throughout the room. “You've failed, Altero. Leave this place at once.”

Altero remained still, his hands tucked casually into the pockets of his robes as he observed her, a calm, handsome smile resting on his face — a smile that only seemed to deepen her irritation.

“Still as adamant as ever, Althea," he teased, his tone calm yet laced with an unsettling edge. "I wouldn’t bother trying to convince you — not with that infamous stubborn streak of yours.”

Althea giggled, as she watched him. “Oh really? Then what are you here for?” She asked, amusement evident in her voice.

“Let's make a deal," he proposed, his eyes glowing faintly as the air around him thickened with tension.

The throne room trembled violently, the very foundation quaking as Althea's countenance shifted from amused indifference to burning rage. Her fiery red eyes blazed, casting an ominous glow across the room.

"A deal?" she spat, her voice sharp and venomous. "You want me to make a deal with a scumbag like you?"

Her fury surged, the walls trembling under the weight of her wrath. "You reneged on the deal you made with her, and now you think I'll fall for your tricks?! You've got guts, boy."

She leaned forward, her blazing red eyes narrowing. "If it hadn’t been for that man, she would’ve come for you herself."

“I know that, but this deal is one you wouldn't wanna miss and by the way…” A frown marred his face. “I never broke the deal I made with her,” He corrected. “I was lucky to have that child get in the way.”

“Who knew I would be so fortuitous as to have the prophesied child as an acquaintance of my children?” He bragged, as a proud smirk graced his features.

“Hmmm, I'll give you that. So what's this deal all about?” She leaned back on her throne as the tremors ceased.

“That's more like it," he said, his smile stretching wider, a glint of amusement in his eyes. "How would you like to be my daughter's mentor, hmm?" he asked, his tone almost taunting.

"Since I'll be preoccupied with my son, it only makes sense to hand her over to you — especially since you're so hell-bent on getting her anyway." He leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "So, what do you say?"

“That's a very tempting offer," she said, her voice measured. "But before I give you my word, I'd like to ask—"

In a blink, she was standing before him, her movements so swift they seemed like an illusion. Her eyes narrowed as she tilted her head, studying him with quiet suspicion.

"What's in it for you?" she asked, her tone laced with caution as her gaze flicked to his face, searching for any c***k in his composure.

Her eyes locked onto his, but her mind churned beneath the surface, wary and calculating. This man doesn't offer anything without strings attached, She thought, her instincts flaring in warning. He's too clever, too deliberate. Whatever he’s after, it’s not just about his daughter.

"Nothing really," he said smoothly, his voice carrying an unsettling calm.

She spun around sharply, her blazing eyes widening in disbelief as she saw him seated comfortably on her throne, one leg casually draped over the armrest. His posture exuded arrogance, his faint smile daring her to act.

"I just don't wanna be bound to her rules anymore," he continued, his tone steady yet laced with defiance. "It's been 18 years already, and you're the one powerful enough to train her."

Her eyes narrowed as she stood tall, arms crossed tightly over her chest. The sight of him lounging on her throne, so at ease, made her blood boil. "And what about the boy?" she demanded, her voice sharp and unyielding, her glare boring into him.

He smirked faintly, as if amused by her anger. "I'll hand him over to Zoran," he said, leaning back further into the throne. "After all, Zoran and the boy's father share the same concept.”

“Then it's a deal," she conceded. "It makes things easier for both of us, but—"

She leaned forward, her tone venomous. "Break your word, and I'll kill you."

"No need to act so baleful, Althea," he teased, a smirk playing at his lips as he rested his arm casually on the throne's armrest, his folded fist propping up his chin. “I'll keep to my word.”

“I'll call off the pursuit then," she said, her voice firm.

"No!" Altero interjected sharply, his hand flicking out as a glowing screen materialized in the air. On it, Emriel could be seen locked in a fierce battle with Rodaniel, their movements swift and unrelenting.

"Let your lackey go after him," Altero said, pointing at Emriel on the screen, a spark of curiosity in his eyes. "I want to see how strong he really is."

Althea's gaze narrowed at the screen, disdain clear on her face. "You know how ruthless Lucia is, Altero. She could destroy the whole village."

Altero smiled, his eyes fixed on the screen. "Then I'll stop her before anything goes out of hand.” He assured. “There she comes."

On the screen, Lucia appeared, interrupting Emriel's fight with Rodaniel. Altero's smile grew.

"Let the fun begin.”

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Lucia Dragonborn, the daughter of a mighty dragon and a gifted Magess, and the eldest sister to Mira and Lyria, was a name that inspired awe and terror across kingdoms. A prodigy who trained under the mentorship of a legendary Swordmistress, she soared through the ranks, her natural talent amplified by the dragon blood coursing through her veins.

Her unparalleled strength and mastery of the blade earned her the right to establish her own elite organization — the Red Dragon Corps — an unstoppable force still bound under the rulership of her revered mentor. Known far and wide as "The Mistress of Doom," she was feared for her merciless precision and the fiery destruction she left in her wake.

But now, this woman who had brought armies to their knees, who had gained the attention of a higher power, stood trembling. The immense power radiating from the approaching figure crushed her pride like a fragile shell, leaving her to shiver in the dirt. His scornful gaze alone was enough to strip her of her defiance, forcing her into submission without a single word spoken.