Celestial Hybrid

Chapter 8

Through the floating screen, Remiel saw the war that raged on in Caelestia. He watched as his parents rejected the calls for his execution and chose instead to flee to the human realm. And then… he witnessed the moment they sacrificed their lives—sealing away his powers and entrusting him to Cynthia, his foster mother. Throughout all this, his parents' faces weren't visible.

Tears filled his eyes as he watched the screen fade away while the two entities stood behind him.

“Why did they have to die? Why didn't my mother tell me anything? Who were my parents?

 “The answer to your last question was locked away from us.” Remael said as he walked towards him, placing his hands on his shoulders. “When the time comes, everything will be revealed to you.”

“You were seen as an anomaly and feared by both demons and diviniels—hence your execution.” Emriel said. “If it wasn't for your parents WE wouldn't have existed.” 

“We?”

“Yes Remiel. You should've been just half diviniel and half demon, but the process of your parents sealing your powers with their essences and life force birthed us and we were sealed within you, waiting for the right moment to emerge and take control.” Remael answered. 

“Their life force was the cause of our existence and with their essences, we inherited all their knowledge,” he added.

“Your emotions gave us—me actually, the chance we needed to break free from the seal your parents placed on us.” Emriel sat cross-legged on his shadow throne. 

“It happened the day your friends were almost taken.” Emriel probed further, taking notice of Remiel's perplexed expression. “You felt helpless, you felt weak and you felt angry.” 

“Your rage was what gave me the chance I needed to break free and take control— albeit not totally.” 

Remael’s expression changed “It's time for you to leave, your friends are closing in on you.” he said. “Remember this; your birth wasn't a mistake.”

“The one above all allowed your existence for a reason, a reason still unknown to us.”

“Find your purpose and let fate be your guide. We'll be here to help you and share our knowledge with you.”

As they spoke, black mist slowly surrounded them, blurring their figures. Remiel called out to them but got no answer. He sensed a low vibration behind him and when he turned, a portal shimmered into view.

“I guess that's my queue.” He said as he walked towards it.

“Shouldn't we have told him? Emriel whispered 

Remael shook his head. “Telling him now would only derail him from his destiny” he replied.

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“Seran, what did you do to him?! He’s been asleep for more than two hours now!” Scylla exclaimed, her voice laced with panic.

“I only put him under a sleep spell. It isn't supposed to last for more than 30 minutes,” Seran murmured, a hint of concern in his voice. “Maybe his transformation took a toll on him.” he added in defense.

“His transformation— A sudden shriek was heard as David ran to take cover behind Seran. 

“What the hell, David!” Scylla gasped, taken aback. 

He pointed towards the sleeping figure. “His hands just moved. I saw his hands move.” he said, eyes wide with certainty.

“Really!” Scylla and Seran slowly walked towards Remiel's, a look of anticipation in their eyes.

Remiel slowly opened his eyes to see three eager faces staring down at him. He recognized two of the faces, but one seemed unfamiliar to him.

His gaze flicked from David’s worried eyes to Scylla’s anxious ones, both faces etched with relief. But the third—he didn’t know him. He looked no older than them, yet something about his aura felt ancient. 

“Remiel,” Scylla whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’re awake. Thank goodness.”

David chuckled shakily. “You’ve been out for nearly three hours.” 

Remiel blinked, his head pounding. “What… happened?” he croaked. His voice felt distant, like it was echoing through water.

“I put you under a sleep spell.” Seran spoke. “Don't you remember anything from earlier?” he furrowed his brows.

Remiel's expression shifted as the memories flooded back. Shame weighed heavily on him, and he couldn’t bring himself to meet their gaze, overwhelmed by what he had almost done. It's all Emriel's fault he thought.

“You don't have to feel bad buddy.” Scylla assured, noticing his facial expression. “You—or whatever took control of you saved us from those assassins.”

“We're grateful for that, even though you almost killed us,” David joked, giving Remiel a light punch on the shoulder.

Remiel was surprised with how lightly they took the incident. “You guys aren't mad at all?” he asked. 

Scylla gestured towards Seran. “Maybe. He saved us and brought us here.” 

Remiel shifted his gaze to the tall figure beside Scylla. Surprised that he could now see the aura emanating from him. “Thank you for saving my friends” he said quietly 

The figure gave a small smile. “It's Seran Xeratheon.” 

“Thank you Mr Xef-se —

“Just call me Seran.”

Scylla giggled. “Even though you two aren’t related, you’re alike in some way,” she said, her eyes moving from Remiel to David.

David grinned. “We have a lot to fill you in on, big bro.”

Remiel smirked. “Yeah? I’ve got a few things to share too.”

The trio took turns revealing what they had each discovered about their origins and the circumstances of their birth while Seran watched. Scylla and David looked in awe after hearing Remiel's side of the story.

Seran suddenly gasped in realization, directing the trio's attention towards him. “You're the one my father's been talking about?! his green eyes fixed on Remiel.

“Me? What are—

The air became heavy as they heard approaching footsteps, interrupting their discussion. Scylla and David suddenly felt like a mountain was placed on their heads as they fell to their knees, gritting their teeth in pain.

“Hmmm he didn't even budge. You're just an infant and yet you're able to resist 10% of my aura.” a calm authoritative voice spoke as a figure approached them. “You're the one the old man was talking about after all.”

Seeing their condition made his blood boil. “Let them go!! Remiel said, his eyes slowly took on a red hue. Be calm, Remiel. Don't let your emotions blind you. Remael spoke in his head.

The figure withdrew his auras—freeing the duo from his pressure as he looked at them with disdain. 

Just like David, he has bright blue eyes and long blue hair that fell to his shoulders.

Scylla glared at the man “Is that a way to treat strangers?”

The figure looked at her, unfazed “As fierce and brave as your mother I see. You've got her eyes.” 

“You had to place mountains on our heads huh?” David chipped in.

“Interesting? No one has ever dared to stand up to me like you infants just did.” His blue eyes glowed brightly. 

“Seran, give us a moment please.” the man ordered with his eyes fixed on Remiel.

“Yes father.” Seran bowed before walking away.

Scylla gasped “Father?”

“What's your name little girl? He looked down on Scylla

“It's Scylla Roland and I'm not little.” she replied. Her red eyes suddenly glowed.

The figure smiled on noticing this. She surely has her mother's powers now. Celina would be proud. He thought 

His eyes moved to the one beside Scylla. “What about you?”

“David Reinhart sir” He couldn't resist staring at the figure's eyes. Why do they look like mine?

“And you are? He finally asked as his eyes darted to Remiel. 

“It's Remiel Reinhart.” he snapped, still angry for what the man did earlier.

The man’s eyes took a purple hue, his gaze fixed intently on him. “You're a hybrid with three personalities? Interesting.” 

Remiel gasped “How did you know that?” “I didn't remember telling you anything.” 

The man smirked proudly, “Nothing escaped my eyes, infant.” His voice etched with disdain.

He pointed at Scylla and David “ Now that you know who you are, I suggest you drop those mortal names of yours.” 

“Why?” David asked. 

“Don’t you recognize your own father?” the man smirked with pride. “From this day forward, you shall bear the name Xeratheon. Accept it with gratitude, for only those with the blood of an elder god are worthy of carrying such a name.”

“What about our mother? Scylla asked.

He stood tall, gazing at the three figures below him. “That's a question for another day. You all have great power brimming inside of you, but yet your bodies are weak.” he said, his voice laced with both curiosity and disdain.” 

“And I hate when weakness is displayed before me.” 

“Take some rest. You'll all be going to Mortalis tomorrow to bid your human guardians farewell, then we'll commence your training” He spoke as he walked away, not sparing them another glance.

“Training!?” David scoffed. “Isn’t almost dying enough for one day?”

“Let’s just rest. We’ve been through a lot today,” Remiel said, placing a calming hand on David’s shoulder.

““I agree. My brain needs its beauty sleep,” Scylla said with a playful grin, stretching her arms overhead.

“Are we gonna share a sofa?

Running footsteps approached them.

“Sorry. Come with me to your room guys.” Seran said as he led the way, but Remiel remained standing, lost in thought.

“Aren't you coming bro? David asked. 

“I'll meet you guys soon.” 

Remiel waited for them to leave before looking at a certain direction. 

“I can feel your eyes on me. Show yourself!”

A feminine figure appeared before him, dressed in a flowing white robe. Her body was translucent, almost ghost-like, allowing him to see right through her.

Remiel looked at her, clearly not surprised after what he'd seen today. “Who are you? he asked.

“You don’t know me,” she said, not as a question but a fact. Her voice was melodic, but carried a strange weight. “But I’ve been watching you since before your birth, Remiel of Caelestia.”

He stiffened at the mention of his origin. “Who are you?”

The girl smiled faintly. “I am Lysaria. Your spirit guardian and messenger of the divine oracle.” 

“A great destiny lies ahead of you young one. With your awakening, the cursed seal is slowly weakening and he'll be free soon.”

Her figure slowly faded as she spoke “You must prepare yourself before that day comes.” she pointed towards his chest. “They will be your guide and allies.”

“You mustn't waver, you mustn't falter for the fate of the universe lies in your hands.”

Remiel stretched forth his hands, hoping to get hold of her “Wait…” he couldn't, as her figure finally faded. 

There was one question that kept bothering him. One he couldn't shake off.

Who is He?

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“They dare slaughter my daughters!” A gentle yet terrifying voice thundered from behind the mist.

“Who knew that boy was the prophesied hybrid,” she muttered darkly.

“But mother,” a feminine voice interjected, “I thought you said we shouldn’t pursue them? Why the sudden change of heart?”

“It was part of a deal I made with Altero. Now that it’s been broken, I will claim what is rightfully mine.” Her glowing white eyes illuminated the mist as she spoke.

“What would you have me do, mother?”

“Send the rest of the Red Dragon Tooth warriors. And if they resist…” Her voice grew colder. “Send Lucia.”