Celestial Hybrid

Chapter7

Billions of years ago, the Supreme Emperor, tired of ruling Caelestia—his radiant and divine kingdom filled with billions of winged servants called angels, born from his own light—felt a deep longing to create something new. This desire led to the birth of Omnidia.

With a sweep of his divine essence across the endless void, he birthed the universe of Omnidia—a vast, wondrous expanse adorned with stars, galaxies, and marvels beyond comprehension. Though satisfied with its beauty, he sensed something was missing: life.

To fill this void, he fused his divine power with the stars and forged five colossal planetary structures known as the Mythers. Then, to govern this new creation, he formed the Celestial Quintion—a group of four extraordinary beings imbued with immense power and authority. He named them the Celestelites.

Each Celestelite was assigned to a Myther, granted absolute dominion over its realm. Only Myther Mortalis remained without a Celestelite; instead, it was left to be shaped and ruled by the rise and fall of mortal leaders over the years.

Now

“So what Mif-mi…”

“It's pronounced Myther.” Scylla interrupted, glaring at David. “So what Mother are we in now?” she asked instead.

“We’re in Myther Xeratheon, and only an elder god knows the name of the Celestelite ruling it—since they were directly created by him.”

“We have the Celestelites and elder gods so what are you?” David questioned, his brows furrowed.

Seran chuckled, “I'm a Seraphborn.” “My father's an elder god and my mother's an Elarin,” he replied.

“Huh?”

“You guys still have a lot to learn.” Seran smiled, as they all laughed.

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Remiel trembled in fear and shock as he gazed upon the entity seated cross legged on a throne made of bones on the top of the altar by his left side.

The entity looked just like him, but with an eerie, monstrous twist—he stood at the same height as Remiel, his skin was black and scaly, his eyes glowed crimson red, and long black hair framed his face. Long silver claws tipped his fingers, and two large, taloned black wings jutted from his back.

Remiel flinched as the figure flew down from the altar and landed before him.

“W-w-who are you and why do you look like me?”

“What do you think? The figure grinned evilly. “I'm you—actually I'm your dark side.” he replied, sitting on a throne-like chair he materialized out of shadows

“What do you mean by dark side?” Remiel asked, confusion setting in.

“Don't you remember?” he asked. “I was the one who helped you deal with those bastards after your friends. Without me, you'd be dead by now.”

Remiel gasped as the memories came rushing in. “David! Scylla! Are they ok? What did you do to them!? He shouted.

The figure's expression darkened as he took slow steps towards his look-alike. “Relax kid. That damned Seraphborn saved them.” “You worry so much about them and yet you're clueless about their identities or what you are.”

“What's a Seraphborn?”

“You should worry more about yourself, boy. I could kill you right now and take control of your fragile body,” he sneered, his eyes glowing fiercely.

“Oh really? You’d dare try that while I’m here,” a calm, gentle voice replied.

Remiel spun around, shock etched on his face, as a figure emerged from the radiant altar.

What stood before him left him nonplussed and awe-stricken. The figure was also his look-alike but a stark contrast to the former.

Dressed in a white robe adorned with glowing stones, his skin shone like they were made of silver, his long hair was bright gold. He had bright silver eyes and two big white wings sprouted from his back. His presence exuded peace and tranquility.

“Who are you?” Remiel demanded, his voice trembling.

The figure smiled warmly. “I’m you, and that parasite over there,” he gestured toward the glowing-eyed entity, “is also you.”

“We are your light and dark sides.”

Remiel blinked, a strange calmness spreading through him as the bright figure's voice filled the air. “Light and dark sides? What am I? I don’t understand any of this.”

“You are a Trianic being,” the dark figure interjected with a sly grin. “You possess three personalities within you— me, this glowing bulb over here and your human self.”

“You are both light and darkness,” he continued. “A celestial hybrid. One of a kind.”

Remiel staggered back, his thoughts a whirlwind. He glanced at the two beings standing before him.

“I'll give you two names,” Remiel said suddenly, his voice steady. “You’re part of me now. Both of you. If I’m going to live with this… with you, I need to name you myself.”

The two beings exchanged glances, curious.

Remiel pointed to the glowing-eyed figure. “You’ll be Emriel. Because you’re the darker side of me—the one who sees the shadows and thrives in them.”

He turned to the radiant figure. “And you’ll be Remael. Because you’re the light that tries to pull me out of the darkness.”

For a moment, silence hung in the air. Then Emriel smirked. “Not bad, boy. I’ll let you pretend you’re in control.”

Remael chuckled softly. “Well said, Remiel. You’ve always been stronger than you think.”

The weight of their words sank in, and for the first time, Remiel felt the faintest glimmer of understanding—of who he was, and who he might become.

“Wait? I thought I was born in Mortalis? Remiel asked, obviously confused.

“See for yourself.” Remael chuckled.

A big screen appeared on the air and what Remiel saw made him more shocked than ever.