Location: Star Palace
Feldway POV
Why did Boss Veldanava feel the need to whisper in my ear in front of everyone?
He could've just used thought communication, like he normally does. You know—quiet, clean, not socially suicidal. But no—he leaned in like he was about to tell me a dirty secret, lips brushing against my ear like we were lovers sharing a pillow.
And now?
Now everyone thinks I know something.
Which… I do. Kinda.
It started during one of my early training days. I was a newly-fledged angel with too much curiosity and not enough impulse control, and I decided to tell Boss a tale from the shattered fragments of my past life—a myth, really. Something called Adam and Eve.
God creates a man and a woman. They eat fruit, do the reproductive bit, and boom—humanity.
The whole blueprint of civilization, supposedly, started with nudity and bad choices.
Funny thing is… I remember that dumb story.
But I don't remember my own parents.
Yeah. I already knew that I was missing part of my memory long time ago, but twenty percent…
Weird, sure.
But honestly? I don't care anymore.
My job now is to serve Boss Veldanava—nothing less, nothing more.
Forget the past. Forget the Earth. I'm not that person anymore.
"All right, you can come in," Boss Veldanava announced, his voice calm but carrying weight.
I turned my head slowly as the door creaked open.
From the dim shadows of the outer corridor, a man emerged. Tall, lean, and draped in a flowing black cloak that whispered against the stone floor. One eye shimmered a cool arctic blue, the other burned like molten ruby.
Heterochromia, my memory answered—a rare genetic trait that I heard some people have in my past life.
But that wasn't what stood out the most.
No, it was the silver hair, and the weird mark under his eye, similar to Garasha, Cornu, and Pico.
But who cares about that?
I kept staring at the entrance, unmoving, even as he walked further into the chamber. Zalario, seated beside me with his arms crossed, finally spoke.
"What are you expecting, Commander?"
Without looking at him, I opened a [Thought Communication] channel with Boss.
'Where is it?'
'Where's what?' he replied innocently.
'The female version of that Twilight guy—you know, the one he's supposed to… do the reproductive stuff with. To make humanity.'
'And here I thought you, of all people, weren't into that kind of talk,' Veldanava teased. I could practically hear his smirk. 'First thing out of your mouth is about reproduction? Who knew my right hand had such… curiosity.'
I rolled my eyes. Hard.
He chuckled again. 'Anyway, he doesn't have reproductive organs like humans. He's not even human, y'know.'
I physically smacked my forehead.
Zalario raised an eyebrow. "…Are you all right, Commander?"
'Wait… then what is he?' I asked through the link.
'A vampire. High-blooded,' Veldanava replied as if he were talking about the weather.
My brain short-circuited for a second. If I remember correctly, vampires are the ones who eat human blood.
Yes, thank you, Michael.
There's a thing called sarcasm, by the way.
I shook my head.
'How is a vampire—who literally drinks blood—supposed to create humanity, Boss?'
'I don't need humans with short, fragile lives…' he muttered in [Thought Communication]. His tone shifted. Cold. The kind he had during the Ice Catastrophe.
I blinked.
"…What?" I spoke it a bit too loud.
'Anyway, moving on,' he ended, severing the [Thought Communication].
Typical.
"His name is Twil—" Veldanava began aloud.
But the man raised a hand, palm forward. "My name is Twilight Valentine. Pleasure to meet you, beings born from light."
Veldanava sighed like a parent with an overly dramatic child.
Everyone else at the table looked mildly offended, if not outright homicidal. I would've joined them, but my brain was still buffering from Boss's earlier line.
"I plan," Veldanava said suddenly, standing with radiant gravitas, "to populate the Cardinal World with spirit-bearing human flesh—immortal bodies that never age!"
"…What?!" was all I managed.
No kidding.
Twilight smirked with the smugness of a man who thought eyeliner made him mysterious.
"Kuahahaha! You're funny. Twilight, take a seat at the end of the table," Veldanava said, pointing.
Twilight shrugged and sat beside Garasha—who looked one twitch away from incinerating him.
And me?
I am left with multiple questions in my mind, but one less relevant than the rest is stuck in my head, which is…
What kind of god looks at a vampire and goes: Yeah, that'll do for rebooting humanity.
End of Feldway POV
To be continued…