Omake 1 -
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Omake:
Alaya looked at Atham's corpse, it's jaw wide as if screaming out in agony. She sighed, such wasted potential he had. Before she left she sensed a child, glowing gold in the rafters jump down behind her
"hello there"
the two custodies acted on instinct to defend her- a worthless gesture but a kind one
"Ah Star Child… you are a bold one. I've been expecting you"
a moment of silence was pierced by the two chuckling
Sighing, the Star Child's face harden and looked at Atham's corpse
"he was a tired, broken and old man… all of us perpetuals who lived through the Old Night broke, he out of all of them the most. Hearing and seeing the fates that awaited untold trillions without the ability to lift a finger… will we be punished for our inaction during the Old Night as well?"
we? Ah in the rafters hundreds, maybe a thousand total translucent figures stood eyeing her, in shadows countless glowing pairs of eyes looked curiously, and Celestine appeared behind the Star Child holding up a halo- much to the Star Child chagrin.
"Was the theatrics really necessary?"
"no"
"It seems you still have some of his pride then."
"less my pride and more that of what my faithful attribute to me. But back to the question, before we where cast out or dislodged throughout the millennia we where- and still are him" The glowing child turned towards the golden throne, running a hand over a cable, lost in nostalgia for the briefest of moments
"You are no longer him, made by him, parts of him… but you have changed be it from survival or kindness. A living ship of Theseus how… peculiar."
"you speak yet you do not say, are we to be punished or are we innocent of crimes he- we committed?"
"Fool, think if you where to be punished then you wouldn't be here"
"I didn't know if you cared for theatrics as much as we did, traveling to each of us one by one and laying us to rest for good"
"So you all gathered here together- not the brightest move. Ironic as your a walking lightbulb"
a light chuckle came from the Star Child who looked up to the ceiling, a beautiful fresco painted. Closing his eyes he turned his head down and looked at Alaya
"we could run, but it would do us no good."
sighing Alaya looked the child in the eyes
"If you desire to be punished so much for crimes you have repented for… then this will be your punishment: I will grab every shard of Atham and you shall be reborn, remember his sins and strive to always be better, to not break again."
after a moment of silence the Star Child spoke.
"very well… we accept this geas."
sticking out her hand, the various translucent turned to golden dust followed by the countless pairs of glowing eyes.
Celestine glanced at her wings as they faded, expecting to go with them
"fear not Celestine, you are still needed" the Star Child spoke to her a smile crossing his face as he faded to golden dust "as much as I hated religion, I can't help but feel it's ironic we're going to pull a Virgin Mary"
Alaya holding a glowing orb in the palm of her hand looked at it and gently pushed it into Celestine's Womb.
"I don't know how to feel about being a mother" spoke Celestine bewildered and now with a hand above her womb. "I also don't know how to react to losing my wings…"
"worry not child you'll find raising him easy, I can guarantee it"
"yeah- oh she left already" she turned to a custodian, "announce my pregnancy and the emperor's reincarnation, I'm sure chaos has- pun intended spread across Sol with The Emperor's dying scream"
Alone Celestine looked at her stomach and though, her child, the emperor… needed a new name. How about Seth?
Alaya looked at Atham's corpse, it's jaw wide as if screaming out in agony. She sighed, such wasted potential he had. Before she left she sensed a child, glowing gold in the rafters jump down behind her
"hello there"
the two custodies acted on instinct to defend her- a worthless gesture but a kind one
"Ah Star Child… you are a bold one. I've been expecting you"
a moment of silence was pierced by the two chuckling
Sighing, the Star Child's face harden and looked at Atham's corpse
"he was a tired, broken and old man… all of us perpetuals who lived through the Old Night broke, he out of all of them the most. Hearing and seeing the fates that awaited untold trillions without the ability to lift a finger… will we be punished for our inaction during the Old Night as well?"
we? Ah in the rafters hundreds, maybe a thousand total translucent figures stood eyeing her, in shadows countless glowing pairs of eyes looked curiously, and Celestine appeared behind the Star Child holding up a halo- much to the Star Child chagrin.
"Was the theatrics really necessary?"
"no"
"It seems you still have some of his pride then."
"less my pride and more that of what my faithful attribute to me. But back to the question, before we where cast out or dislodged throughout the millennia we where- and still are him" The glowing child turned towards the golden throne, running a hand over a cable, lost in nostalgia for the briefest of moments
"You are no longer him, made by him, parts of him… but you have changed be it from survival or kindness. A living ship of Theseus how… peculiar."
"you speak yet you do not say, are we to be punished or are we innocent of crimes he- we committed?"
"Fool, think if you where to be punished then you wouldn't be here"
"I didn't know if you cared for theatrics as much as we did, traveling to each of us one by one and laying us to rest for good"
"So you all gathered here together- not the brightest move. Ironic as your a walking lightbulb"
a light chuckle came from the Star Child who looked up to the ceiling, a beautiful fresco painted. Closing his eyes he turned his head down and looked at Alaya
"we could run, but it would do us no good."
sighing Alaya looked the child in the eyes
"If you desire to be punished so much for crimes you have repented for… then this will be your punishment: I will grab every shard of Atham and you shall be reborn, remember his sins and strive to always be better, to not break again."
after a moment of silence the Star Child spoke.
"very well… we accept this geas."
sticking out her hand, the various translucent turned to golden dust followed by the countless pairs of glowing eyes.
Celestine glanced at her wings as they faded, expecting to go with them
"fear not Celestine, you are still needed" the Star Child spoke to her a smile crossing his face as he faded to golden dust "as much as I hated religion, I can't help but feel it's ironic we're going to pull a Virgin Mary"
Alaya holding a glowing orb in the palm of her hand looked at it and gently pushed it into Celestine's Womb.
"I don't know how to feel about being a mother" spoke Celestine bewildered and now with a hand above her womb. "I also don't know how to react to losing my wings…"
"worry not child you'll find raising him easy, I can guarantee it"
"yeah- oh she left already" she turned to a custodian, "announce my pregnancy and the emperor's reincarnation, I'm sure chaos has- pun intended spread across Sol with The Emperor's dying scream"
Alone Celestine looked at her stomach and though, her child, the emperor… needed a new name. How about Seth?