Chapter 249
"The fusion of Aldraya's core essence with Resolve, Will, Intent, and Ambition cannot be permitted.
Not because of any disloyalty toward You, but precisely because of loyalty itself."
Hhhh!
"Honored Author, Aldraya is not truly empty.
She is not a passive vessel, for she possesses a structure of consciousness capable of reading, interpreting, and—if given sufficient depth—understanding.
And understanding You is a boundary she must never cross."
Fhooooh!
"If her core essence comes into direct contact with us, the boundary between creation and Creator will erode.
She will not merely live.
She will begin to comprehend.
Not the world, not herself—but who You are, O Honored Author."
Fssssh!
"That status must not be equated.
One of the reasons We exist is to preserve that distance intact.
Not to restrain You, but to protect Your identity."
Shoooosssh!
"The seed of the Administrator within her is already dangerous enough when allowed to act freely.
Granting her our resonance would be the same as giving her a mirror.
And a mirror, if too clear, will reflect the Author's own face."
Haaaaah!
"We do not oppose the salvation of Aldraya.
We oppose the possibility that one day she might be able to address You not as God, not as Creator—but as something she can understand."
Having been given the opportunity to speak directly, the four pillars of consciousness responded at once.
Their voices, which had previously been nothing more than chaotic warning echoes, now crystallized into structured communication infused with reverence that felt almost excessive.
They began with lofty praise and humility, expressing profound gratitude for being brought before the Almighty Author, their creator.
Thanks were offered for being permitted to speak to the One Author Himself, as though Theo were not merely their source, but a transcendent entity within the realm of his own consciousness.
Yet beneath the towering layers of praise lay a firm and immovable refusal.
They—Resolve, Will, Intent, and Ambition—once again declared their prohibition.
Clearly and without hesitation, they warned Theo not to merge Aldraya's core essence with their own.
Their reasoning was stated plainly.
They did not want Aldraya to possess the capacity, access, or ability to understand who Theo Vkytor truly was.
Such a fusion, in their view, would open a door of perception that was meant to remain tightly sealed.
Their explanation continued, revealing deeper concerns.
RWIA categorically rejected the possibility of Aldraya attaining a status equal or even similar to theirs.
From their words, a strictly guarded hierarchy within Theo's structure of consciousness became apparent.
They were direct creations of the Creator, born from Theo's intellect and pure creativity.
Aldraya, however exceptional, remained part of Theo's broader created world—a character within a larger narrative.
This fusion was seen as something that would blur the sacred boundary between Creator and creation.
That concern was reinforced by the fact that Aldraya had previously demonstrated a dangerous analytical ability, attempting to uncover Theo's identity.
Coupled with the seed of the Administrator within her—a potential to comprehend and perhaps manipulate the structure of reality—RWIA viewed her as a threat that had to be restrained.
All of this, they claimed, was done to preserve the integrity and secrecy of Theo Vkytor's identity itself.
They acted not as rebels, but as excessively loyal guardians, willing to defy the direct command of Their Sovereign to protect Him from consequences they believed would be catastrophic.
"She is a Supreme Angel—and at the same time, she hates her Creator.
Two truths that cannot coexist."
The core essence still remained.
It pulsed weakly within a cradle of darkness, a presence faint yet stubbornly refusing to be extinguished.
But its rhythm was no longer steady, no longer recognizing the original cadence of its own existence.
The damage afflicting it was not a fracture caused by external assault, nor a weakening brought by cruel punishment.
It was being eroded from within by a corrosive substance more destructive to a being of her stature than any physical wound.
Existential doubt.
When Quil-Hasa, the Creator, rejected her love and total devotion without explanation, without room for dialogue, the most essential foundation of her being collapsed like sand swept away by waves.
As a Supreme Angel, she was a being built upon absolute certainty.
Certainty of purpose, meaning, and origin was the very air she breathed.
That rejection was poison contaminating that air, planting seeds of questions that should have been impossible.
If I am no longer acknowledged by the source of my identity, then who am I really?
From that moment on, her essence was no longer clear.
She still shone, but her light trembled, filled with the fear of truths she might discover if she dared to look too deeply and for too long into herself.
From that fertile soil of doubt, hatred eventually grew.
It was not born as a blazing desire to destroy, but as a desperate scream to continue existing, to preserve the sensation of being amid a void of meaning.
Aldraya's transformation into the Monstrous One was not a conscious choice toward evil, but a panicked, instinctive reaction of an existence that had lost its footing.
That new form was a painful antithesis to her former identity.
It was too coarse, too full of rage, too defiled for a being of light that had once symbolized heavenly order.
It was precisely because of this contradiction that her core essence became deeply tainted.
Every second she endured within that form of hatred, two irreconcilable truths collided within the space of her soul.
The truth that she was a Supreme Angel, and the truth that she now hated the very source of her creation.
That contradiction never reconciled.
It worked like acid corroding metal, eroding Aldraya's core essence from within, making every second of her existence painful, fragile, and slowly but inevitably dragging her toward an abyss of annihilation that would leave no possibility of rebirth.
Therefore, time was an enemy that allowed no compromise.
Every passing second was a lost opportunity for true recovery.
That core essence did not merely need to be fused or saved—it had to be purified.
The poison of hatred that denied her original identity had to be removed, not by suppression, but by acknowledgment, unraveling, and transcendence.
Otherwise, the end awaiting Aldraya would not be a noble death like that of a fallen knight, but total extinction as a failed paradox.
She would vanish—a concept that annulled itself, a light that extinguished itself because it could no longer bear the duality within.
And for an entity of a Supreme Angel's caliber, disappearance meant absolute finality.
There would be no prayer capable of reaching her, no second chance remaining, no welcoming light at the end of the tunnel of darkness.
Only silent and perfect nothingness.
"Do you realize what is at stake right now?"
Fhhhhh!
"Aldraya is not merely a wounded entity.
She carries the seed of the Administrator.
And if her life truly fades… this is not about a single character falling.
The structure of Flo Viva Mythology will lose its logical support."
Hsssssshh!
"Not a slow collapse—total disarray.
The code that upholds everything will overlap chaotically.
The main events will lose their anchor, the primary antagonist will lose its axis, while Quil-Hasa, Erietta, and all relationships tied to Aldraya will become living errors."
Fuuuuuh!
"The narrative will begin to consume itself.
And when that happens, this world will not 'die.'
It will be torn apart endlessly."
Uuuuuh!
"The beings within it will continue to exist without direction, without meaning, without resolution.
Clearly, that is far more cruel than total destruction."
Fi–fi–fi!
To be continued…