Rebirth-Transcending All Beings-Chapter 65: Normality (1)

(A/N Keep listening to Spending Time by Prayer Pray for the best experience!)

Vergil’s gaze firmed into an icy glare. He could tell this woman was being genuine. ’For what reason was she doing this?’

Still, he calmed himself down. There was only one way to find out who she was.

’Analysis.’

The system panel flickered, before a mechanical ring pierced his mind.

[Cannot pierce through Divinity. Only partial data is currently available.]

Name: Luminare Aurelia

Title: Princess of Light, ???

Race: Angel

Vergil raised his brow. ’Princess of Light?’ His eyes widened slightly at the person in front of him. The very angel who vanished ten years ago without a trace.

He leaned forward, watching as she carefully placed her violin and bow onto solid rock.

"Why are you here?" Vergil asked in a neutral but firm tone. "The story goes that you disappeared."

Luminare smiled faintly. "Then why are you here?" She tossed the question back, letting it float between them like a feather.

"We should both share our stories, it’s only fair — my son." She added softly.

That word again.

’Son.’

’I don’t like that word.’ His chest constricted, his jaw locked before curling his frame into a ball. "Vergil."

My... ’friends,’" Vergil hesitated calling them friends but continued. "We were travelling with merchants — when a demonic beast ambushed us."

"You’re not strong enough to fend it off by yourself." She spoke with silken composure. "So how did you escape?"

"... I did what I thought was necessary."

"What methods?" she folded her arms, her voice curious, but not judging.

"I was planning to use them as bait to make our escape." Vergil breathed, his hollow voice echoing through the cavern.

There was no shame in his voice — only the will to survive.

"Are you going to question my methods — mother?" He asked playfully.

Luminare shook her head slowly. "There’s no reason for me to care," she spoke with a hint of sadness even as she smiled. "I actually envy you."

Vergil shuddered slightly. ’How can she be envious of me?’ his eyes darkened. ’We are from different worlds.’

"Why?" He asked bluntly.

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Luminare chuckled lightly. "Finish your story first," she settled herself more comfortably on the stone across from him.

"It didn’t go as I expected," he continued. "Three people in white showed up using Divine Energy, and everything went wrong after that... I have no idea why they went after me."

Vergil was clueless as to why they attacked him. He was definitely sure that they didn’t see him transform, unless they had extraordinary senses.

"It’s quite easy," Luminare spoke with a knowing look. "Demonic Energy reeks to those with Divine Energy, I suppose it’s the same for you."

Vergil flinched, before nodding. He did get that sensation especially from the Divine Spear.

"Of course, there are ways to hide it," Luminare flexed her hand, the small band shifting further down.

"Would’ve been good to know. One of them burned my face. I can regenerate — to a certain extent," his gaze lingering on the empty cloth. "So I blew my arm off to escape."

Vergil was about to say the words he used to piss the man off. But decided for the better. He couldn’t say he cussed his wife after all.

"He took it personally. Throwing a spear of light into my chest as I fell. And well — you know the rest."

His shoulders sagged, as the burden of sorrow loosened slightly.

Luminare watched quietly before moving to sit right next to him. She stared at him silently — Vergil flinched at his gaze, slowly moving his feet to make distance in his curled form.

And then she finally spoke. "From your gaze, you already know who I am," she articulated. "I am Luminare Aurelia. Once I bore the name proudly. Now — I’ve cast aside the name Aurelia."

Her voice went reedy and thin. "It means nothing to me anymore."

Vergil glanced at her before burying his face into his legs.

"I was once known as the Princess of Light," She continued. "The first daughter and successor to the throne of a God.

Vergil let out a low whistle. "So you’re a demigod then?"

"In simple terms, it’s more complicated than that," she smiled with a brittle smile. "But now I’m nothing."

The sparks of the campfire hissed as Luminare’s sky-ocean eyes reflecting the tiny flares.

"The first demon war broke out fifteen years ago. I was sent down with the other angels to aid the world of man."

She laughed bitterly. "Instead, all I got was betrayal by those I considered companions. Humans. Angels. All of them had other intentions."

Vergil frowned. "Aren’t you supposed to be stronger than them." He titled his head to see her right next to him. "And why are you so close?"

Luminare only laughed, leaning his head on his left shoulder. "We are, but when beings descend from the above realm — the restriction binds them, depending on their strength."

"And for me, it’s devastating."

Her head leaned in deeper — Vergil shuddered, his body stiffened, but didn’t push her away.

"They did not ambush me. " she said, her voice sounding empty. "After draining my strength fighting the leader of demons — my sister stabbed me."

The words reverberated throughout the expanse of stone, the silence rained heavy as connection was formed between the two.

"Then I escaped here."

Vergil said nothing. He understood her situation more than he cared to admit.

Then suddenly, Vergil’s stomach rumbled loudly. He stiffened, coughing to mask the embarrassment.

Luminare chuckled under her breath. "Let’s get you something to eat, my son."

Vergil scowled, but didn’t bother to speak his mind.

She rose up before gesturing at his heart. "Your blood pet," she added. "It sacrificed most of its nutrients to keep you alive. You owe it your life."

Vergil blinked, he didn’t notice. The baby remained silent. For a moment, he felt a feeling he once buried — quickly shoving it down.

"Stupid thing?" He clicked his tongue.

Luminare only smiled wider. "Come." She offered her hand without hesitation. He stared long and hard.

With a grunt, he reached out with his remaining hand — letting her pull him up.

They marched slowly towards one of the passageways, the cavern stretching almost endlessly, lit only by the dim glow of faint luminescent moss clinging to jagged walls of stone.

[My friend.]

The familiar mechanical voice of his system echoed in his mind.

’It’s been a while,’ Vergil’s voice tinted with irritation and relief.

[I have some notifications for you.]

Vergil gave a small smile. ’Does — it even matter right now?’ He asked, still his usual habit won him over.

’Show me.’

The translucent blue screen flashed once more, revealing new information.

[User has gained ’Blood Baby’]

[New Section has been created: ’Bonds’]

[You can now view the Blood Baby’s skills and evolution paths]

[User has entered a Space-Time Array]

[Time Flow: 1:1 ratio detected]

’Space-Time array? 1:1 ratio?’ Vergil mused. ’Doesn’t seem all that—’

[Hold your thoughts, let me explain it.]

The system paused for dramatic effect.

[One year here equals one day outside.]

Vergil almost stumbled — mind spinning in utter disbelief. He didn’t try to even calculate what that meant. ’Utterly ridiculous.’

They entered another part of the cave system before seeing their prey.

The creature loomed ahead, about the size of a small cow that stretched four metres long — it dragged itself onwards, its mottled skin perfectly matching the wet, jagged stone of the cave floor.

Built like an enormous armoured centipede, mixed with the brutish bulk of a crab. The thick segmented plates of weathered grey covered the entire frame.

Its dozen short legs clinked softly against stone. Despite its bulk, each step was silent and precise.

Luminare’s eyes sharpened. "Lumi," she whispered — in an instant, the slender white spear that was at the cabin materialised in her hand.

With a smooth, almost casual motion, she hurled the spear at the arthropod. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

The spear flew like a beam of divine judgment, piercing the thick chitinous hide like paper — slamming its body into the cavern wall, dust and moss exploding from the impact point.

Its legs twitched once, then stilled.

Vergil breathed heavily, stumbling as exhaustion gnawed, but Luminare remained at his side — steadying him with a careful hand.

Moving in tandem with his steps, she lowered him to the polished sediment. He slumped against the stone, resting in the cold shadow of the hanging creature.

She retrieved her spear — letting the centipede rest on the floor before inspecting the armoured plates.

Without hesitation, she jammed the spear-tip into the small gaps — working with precise and forceful movements.

Plates groaned apart under her expertise as she pried open the plates with her brute strength.

"Use this instead," Vergil spoke, flexing his arm, now holding the sword he once bought.

Luminare blinked, accepting the weapon. "Where did you get this from?" She asked, eyes narrowing with interest.

Vergil shrugged. "That’s a secret."

She offered a smile, then turned back to her work. Gripping the sword firmly, Luminare drove its sharp edge into the exposed flesh.

Beneath the broken shell, she carved deftly, slicing through the dense muscle and sinew with virtuoso finesse.

The sword’s sharpness made the work cleaner — peeling out thick, heavy slabs of meat under her hands. She tossed the unusable and inedible bits aside, working methodically to extract the best parts.

Dark marbled flesh containing rich veins of fat and nutrients. Then a small burst of light spread through the meat.

"What was that?"

Luminare rose, claiming the meat in one hand while hoisting him up effortlessly. "That’s my secret — it gets rid of the parasites." She smiled.

They made their way back to the main chamber of the cave, resting near the wall once more.

The burnt logs ignited with a small blue flame. Vergil looked but never asked, knowing she wouldn’t answer.

He watched as the smell of cooked meat flooded his nose — a heavy mineral-rich musk clung to the cavern air.

Satisfied with the smell, Luminare wiped the back of her hand across her forehead and glanced at her spectator.

"We’ll cook some of this now and I’ll feed you myself," she grinned, her tone not brooking any argument.

Vergil didn’t protest, his stomach growled again, louder this time. He straightened his face — Luminare chuckled, piling the flat pieces of meat onto the chitin — using it as a makeshift tray.

For the first time since entering the carverb where he only knew of torture and death, a thin thread of warmth touched their hearts.

One that Vergil would regret for the rest of his life.