It was obvious when one thought about it. Why would the Heavens create individuals with such heaven defying abilities? Was there really no purpose behind it? It wasn't as though the Heavens was really a mother who gave birth to them after copulating with some other Heavens level existence. These Heaven's Children were manufactured, created… It had to have a purpose.
That purpose was none other than as a last line of defense for the Heavens. It was no wonder The Entity and its lackies would want to get rid of them as quickly as possible.
"Don't worry about it Eli, your help will be very important." Dyon pointed to the life ring on Eli's finger. He had given it back to him long ago now. "You'll play a key role in the coming war. Soon, the Jafari Clan Treasure will finish its task and even the Heaven's Children won't be able to find you easily again."
Eli could only leave under Dyon's insistence. But, he missed the coldness that pervaded Dyon's eyes after he was gone.
**
"Mistress Unblemished, have you considered my proposal?"
The hall's atmosphere had completely changed. Though the Unblemished One still sat upon her throne, the Heaven's Children were gone, replaced by a singular man.
This man's aura could only be described as overbearing. Even in the presence of the Unblemished One, the atmosphere distorted around his very being.
Long blue hair flowed down his back, disappearing into his azure robes. But, what was shocking were the stars that twinkled around him perpetually… This man… He was an Alchemy Star Lord!
"The Sprite Alliance is quite greedy." The Unblemished One's unbothered tone flowed through the room. For an instant, the trembling atmosphere around the long blue haired man stilled, as though being forcibly quelled by the holy mistress.
"I don't believe you can classify this as greed. We've allowed you to live unbothered in our territory for so long, we're simply asking for a small favor."
"A small favor, is it?" Though the Unblemished One's immaculate features didn't shift, it felt as though she was smiling down mockingly. "You want me to help you take control of the Timeless Library. Not only are you asking me to risk myself in this endeavor, you're indirectly placing the billions under my charge at risk as well.
"You claim that you've allowed me to stay here … But, I wonder what the citizens of my Unblemished Lands would say?! Leave!"
...
The matters between the Unblemished One and the Sprite Alliance were fleeting. After giving the Unblemished One a deep glance, he turned to leave. He was intelligent enough to know that he alone stood no chance against this woman.
For the length of time the Unblemished One had lived, she could only be a Higher Existence. If that was true, he was lucky he even got an audience, if he dared to act impudently on top of that, he would lose his life here.
What the Unblemished One said was true. It would be more accurate to say that she was allowing the Sprites to live in her territory rather than the other way around. The citizens of the Unblemished Lands practically worshipped her. No, they did worship her. She embodied everything it meant to be a goddess in their eyes.
"I hope you'll remember, Goddess… But the matters of the Timeless Library are related to Fate of our entire Plane. Please think about our proposal."
With those words, the long blue haired man left.
**
The months continued to tick by. As they did, Dyon's relationship with Little Precious only grew.
"I want to be big and strong! A meanie named Blake told me girls will always be weaker."
The little baby girl waddled in one day with a clearly more depressed face than usual. In fact, her little cheeks were stained with years and her large hazel-green eyes had reddened.
Dyon felt an indiscernible rage overcome him.
All this time, he hadn't felt rage at being locked in this place until now. The barrier between him and this precious little girl became his worst enemy in an instant. But his smallest bit of rationality remaining told him not to blindly attack the cage, there was no way they had kept him behind normal bars. If he acted without thinking, he'd have wasted the months he spent healing himself.
The little girl pitifully looked up at Dyon. She was dressed in her favorite purple colored dress, but its once clean exterior had become wrinkled and stained with grass, proving she had rushed here so quickly that she stumbled and fell multiple times.
"Is he right…?"
Seeing Dyon remain silent for so long, the little girl almost burst into tears again. Her large eyes began to fill to the brim with unshed tears as her bottom lip trembled.
It was then she seemingly remembered that Blake had made fun of her because she started crying after falling, so she tried her best to hold it back, maybe because she really hoped Dyon would disagree with that meanie.
But this big man was a boy too, what if he believed what Blake did?
The little girl's head was filled with crisis-like thoughts. She should have gone to her momma instead, her momma would definitely say that girls could be strong because her momma was strong.
Little Precious felt herself losing control of her tears, so she quickly rubbed her forearm and palms to her eyes again and again, trying to pretend as though she was remaining tough.
It was then she was startled by Dyon's words.
"Of course he's wrong, girls can be super strong! I'm pretty powerful, but I know plenty of girls stronger than me, you can be just like them."
Dyon smiled brightly.
"~~Really?~~" The little girl spoke as if probing if Dyon was lying or not.
"Of course! I would never lie to Little Precious."
The little girl giggled at these words, seemingly happy with Dyon calling her Little Precious.
"~~Can you teach me how not to cry anymore?~~" The little girl asked with anticipation, her eyes, still reddened from crying, twinkling with hope.
"Do you believe whether or not you cry decides if you are strong or not?"
