Location: Myriad Realms, Lil Red Storm Realm, Freedom Megalopolis.
"Dalie, nothing you say will change my mind. Let’s just drop it," Wyatt said firmly. He had no intention of using his various bloodline authorities to force Dalie to let the matter go. If he started using his authority for every little disagreement, then what was the point of evolving the Calamity Daughters’ gems into bloodkins in the first place? Besides, this was the first real disagreement between him and Dalie.
"You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Since it’s not you who wants a bigger family, but me," Dalie argued, showing no intention of backing down.
"..." Wyatt brooded, feeling like he had just dropped a hammer on his own foot. He truly regretted trying to be a considerate brother to Dalie instead of simply getting down to business as usual. He wanted to give her a good brother, but all she wanted were cute nieces and nephews.
"Tell me why you’re against this idea. Maybe I can talk some sense into you," Dalie said, urging Wyatt to explain why he wouldn’t sire dozens of quarter-celestial babies for her. After all, Wyatt himself wasn’t a full celestial yet—though his World Calamity Tree lineage made up the difference.
"..." Wyatt stared blankly at Dalie. Seeing that she was serious, he didn’t even feel like responding anymore.
Honestly, Wyatt had never thought about having children, not even in his past life. Considering the state Earth was in when he left it, he would have preferred to get a vasectomy rather than commit the sin of dragging an innocent soul into that purgatory.
Even in this world, Wyatt had never really given the idea any serious thought—except for that one time when Jill’s origin card schemed to steal his semen, and now, when Dalie brought it up. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have even crossed his mind until it stared him in the face on his wedding night—if he was lucky enough to have one.
So, why was he so against the idea when he hadn’t even truly considered it before? It was because of his cursed bloodline. He didn’t want to pass it on to his children. It would turn them into another one of his bloodkins, and he didn’t want that kind of fate for them. Unless he could figure out the intricacies of his bloodline and learn to control it, he wasn’t planning on having offspring—no matter how tempting the opportunity might be.
"Wyatt, answer me," Dalie pressed, not letting his silence slide.
"Sigh..." Wyatt let out a long breath and explained, pointing at the buildings below through the glass window. "Dalie, the families you admire down there all have one thing in common: love. Humans don’t need love to mate, but if they want to build a real family, they do. So, until I find someone I love, and who loves me back, there’s no point in trying to force me to breed dozens of nieces and nephews for you."
Listening to Wyatt’s words, Dalie’s eyes dimmed, but she nodded. Even though it had only been a short time since humans had moved here, she had seen love among them in various forms and had begun to understand that it was an integral part of their society. Demons, considered the most vicious race in the world, sought love and were capable of it. Even she, a celestial—supposedly one of the most detached beings—longed for it. So, she understood the message Wyatt was trying to convey, loud and clear.
With that understanding, Dalie decided to drop the matter. But before she could say anything, Wyatt continued, "Still, all hope is not lost. There’s another way we can expand our family—by finding unborn celestials across the Myriad Realms. That way, we can greet them when they’re born and invite them to join us, like we did with Ceed." Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
It was a great idea, but there was one tiny problem: finding an unborn celestial in the Myriad Realms was like finding a needle in a haystack.
"Wyatt, Ceed is a forest spirit, not a celestial," Dredre corrected, to which Wyatt rolled his eyes and subtly signaled Dalie not to correct Dredre. Then he replied, "What I meant was that we could throw a birthday party like we did for Ceed’s birth."
"Oh. Ceed’s party was amazing," Dredre said, reminiscing fondly. Though her pixie friends had been absent, it was still a wonderful experience. After all, she had longed to see the world beyond her tribal forest and library—and this was it.
Meanwhile, Dalie stared intensely at Dredre, causing the latter to retreat into Wyatt’s hair. Before Dalie could call out to her, Wyatt stopped her, saying, "Don’t even think about it. Just stick to finding unborn celestials in the void, and I’ll help you recruit them into our family."
"Why—" Dalie started to protest, but Wyatt cut her off.
"This isn’t up for debate. Dredre is off-limits. Just focus on finding unborn celestials in the Myriad Realms. That’s your best shot at expanding the family."
Wyatt knew exactly what Dalie wanted to say—she wanted Dredre to create more forest spirits so he could recruit them as bloodkin using his bloodline.
He also sent her a mental warning: Dredre belonged to the Librarian, one of the most powerful ruler-class beings in the Myriad Realm. If anything happened to Dredre, he and everyone he cared about would be as good as dead.
Wyatt prayed that this would be enough to scare Dalie from ever having designs on Dredre. But only time could tell.
He had no plans of using his bloodline authority here either. He trusted Dalie and truly meant it when he said he didn’t want to use his bloodline authority on Dalie or any of his blood kin.
Besides, the reason he didn’t want Dredre to create more so-called forest spirits was because he didn’t think she would appreciate what he was doing to her "babies." But if he didn’t, they would leech off her for eternity. Ceed’s case was special—By the time Wyatt knew that the being Dredre referred to as a forest spirit turned out to be a celestial, it was too late. If he hadn’t turned Ceed, she would have done everything in her power to make Dredre hers, regardless of Dredre’s wishes. Since Dredre was to weak to resist Ceed, the choice was obvious.