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Compared to humans, Celestial Spirits are often seen as far more "pure."
They are not born into societies scarred by greed, corruption, and endless wars. Instead, they emerge from the Celestial Spirit World itself, a dimension of magic, timeless and untainted.
And because of this, many Spirits reflect ancient archetypes drawn straight from myth.
Take Solara, for example.
In countless cultures, foxes are tricksters, clever, playful, yet dangerous. And the sun itself is a dual force: life-giving and warm, but also merciless when its fire burns too long.
Solara is both. The Solar Fox. A childlike spirit of wandering and mischief, yet when her flames roar, she becomes as destructive as the scorching sun.
By calling herself "the Child of Sirius," she mirrors the star's eternal blaze, restless, radiant, untamed.
Then there is Nyx.
In Greek myth, Nyx was the primordial goddess of the night. Likewise, this Nyx is not simply of the darkness, she is the darkness.
Her living dress of shadows, her spell Shadowmire, all of it places her as the very embodiment of night itself.
But what of her sister?
On a rainbow bridge spanning the skies of the Celestial Spirit World, a woman bathed leisurely in a crystalline pool.
She was beauty and boldness incarnate. Her skin gleamed flawless, untouched by time; her long midnight hair spilled like silk. And her eyes, violet, the same haunting hue as her son's, glimmered with warmth and hidden storms.
"Ahhh~! This bath feels freakin' amazing!" Agnes stretched out, speaking more to herself than anyone else. A wide grin spread across her face. "Like, bruh! I swear I could die in this thing!"
"P-please, Lady Agnes, you mustn't say such things," came a gentle, stammering reply.
Behind her, Aries, the Celestial Spirit of the Ram, was shyly massaging her shoulders. Her fluffy, wool-like attire swayed with every nervous movement. "I-if Lady Agnes were to die here… I would be very sad…"
"Pfft…Hahahaha!" Agnes burst into laughter, slapping the water with her hand. "You're really stupid sometimes, Aries! There's no way I could die. I'm a Celestial Spirit, remember?"
Her blunt words weren't meant to wound, Agnes simply spoke whatever came to mind, unfiltered and true.
"M-my apologies, Lady Agnes…" Aries bowed her head quickly, her face flushing red.
"Oh, come on!" Agnes laughed again, her voice bright and booming. "Why are you apologizing? You didn't do anything wrong! And drop that 'Lady' crap already. Just be normal! We're friends, aren't we?"
Aries' eyes widened, her lips parting slightly. "F-friends…?" she whispered, as if testing the word.
The moment lingered, tender and quiet.
Then, Agnes ruined it in her usual way. "So, Aries, got yourself a boyfriend yet?"
"Wha—?!" Aries froze completely, her face now burning crimson. "M-me? N-no, of course not!"
"Huh?" Agnes turned fully, making Aries stop the massage. "How's that possible? You're kind, you're sweet, you're strong, and you've got a great body. What guy wouldn't want you?"
"Y-you overestimate me, Lady Agnes," Aries stammered, shaking her head quickly. "I'm not very strong… I get scared so easily…"
Agnes fell silent, then sighed softly.
' You really are a handful, Aries the White Lamb…'
She rose from the bath, water cascading from her form. Standing proudly, she pointed a finger at her timid companion. "Listen up! You need to stop doubting yourself. You're one of the Twelve Zodiac Spirits! Compared to silver key Spirits, you're on a whole other level. You are strong, Aries, and as your friend, I forbid you to underestimate yourself!"
"Y-yes… Lady Agnes," Aries replied in a meek voice, bowing again.
'Lady Agnes is… fearless. She says whatever she wants without hesitation…' Aries thought quietly to herself.
Realizing her bare state, Agnes snapped her fingers. In an instant, her form was hidden beneath a pure white cloak.
Its pointed hood framed her face in shadow, her beauty now half-veiled like a phantom of the night. Midnight hair spilled past her waist, shimmering with hidden power.
"Much better," she muttered, stepping out of the bath.
Her violet eyes suddenly narrowed. She looked into the distance, her expression sharpening.
"…It appears we'll have to cut our little chat short."
"Eh? Lady Agnes?" Aries blinked in confusion.
Agnes didn't answer immediately. Her gaze pierced the horizon.
Landing softly upon the rainbow-colored bridge was a woman cloaked in darkness from the neck down.
From her back spread colossal bat-like wings, their shadow blotting out the light around her. She was tall and voluptuous, her presence commanding and grim.
The instant her feet touched the bridge, its shimmering colors bled away, replaced by a deep, consuming black.
"Hello, Nyx." Agnes greeted with a serious expression. She kept her eyes on her sister as she spoke to Aries.
"Aries, this is my sister, Nyx. Like us, she too is one of the Twelve Zodiacs."
"..." Aries' voice caught in her throat. She bowed quickly. "I-it's a pleasure to meet you. M-my name is Aries."
"Likewise." Nyx replied with a calm nod.
Silence fell, the two sisters staring at each other with steady, unreadable gazes.
Then, after long moments, something small popped up from the top of Nyx's head. A tiny creature hopped down onto her shoulder—Solara, in her diminutive form.
"So that's your sister, Nyx?" Solara tilted her head, looking Agnes up and down with open curiosity.
After a long inspection, she came to her conclusion.
"You two look nothing alike!"
Though she'd never met Agnes before, Solara had grown up on Nyx's stories. This wasn't the picture she'd imagined at all.
"Because you're sisters, I thought you'd look similar, but you couldn't be more different! Your eyes don't even match—hers are red, yours are violet!" She jabbed a tiny clawed finger. "Your outfits are total opposites too! The only thing you share is your figure and that whole timeless-beauty thing."
"And what's with these serious faces? Aren't you supposed to hug or something? You're sisters!"
Agnes chuckled softly at Solara's ramble. "You really are childlike—even your words carry that innocence."
Her gaze slid back to Nyx. "So, aren't you going to introduce me to your… new companion?"
Nyx's lips tightened. "She's not my friend, she…" She glanced at Solara. "…actually, what are you again?"
"Huh!?" Solara puffed her cheeks, a vein twitching at her temple. "What do you mean 'what am I'? I'm a Celestial Spirit just like you!"
Nyx's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Oh! Really? …Then why are you here?"
'Was she always like this!?' Solara thought furiously.
Watching the exchange, Aries felt her heart skip. Her eyes softened. S-she's so cute… She looks just like a fox cub…
Indeed, in this form Solara's body was smaller, her features rounder, resembling a fiery little fox. Her fur glowed orange and white, ears twitching restlessly, tail swishing behind her. Though soft and huggable in appearance, her sharp teeth gave her an impish, dangerous edge. She was the very image of a cub born from the sun's flames.
Agnes clapped her hands once. "Aries."
"M-mm…" Aries lifted her trembling hands. Pink wool blossomed from her palms in gentle swirls.
"Wool magic…?"
Both Nyx and Solara stopped their bickering, eyes flicking curiously toward her.
Aries swept her hands in a circular arc, releasing threads that spun around the pair. The wool wrapped them in a soft cocoon.
"Mmm~" The sound escaped both Nyx and Solara at once as their bodies relaxed against the wool.
"W-what… just happened?" Nyx murmured, baffled. It's so… comfortable.
Solara didn't speak, but her tiny tail wagged lazily.
"Fufufu~" Agnes chuckled. "Do you like it? That's Aries' magic—Wool Magic."
She stroked a lock of hair from her face, explaining smoothly. "It lets her create and manipulate pink wool that relaxes and distracts her opponents, lulling them into calm."
"S-so… it's Caster magic…?" Solara mumbled.
"Exactly." Agnes nodded. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Aries' faint smile.
'Good… it worked.' Agnes' eyes softened, pleased.
Nyx, half-drowsy, blinked. 'The way she explained it… it almost sounded like she wanted to cheer Aries on.'
What dangerous magic this truly was.
Agnes' gaze then shifted back to Solara. "You weren't wrong, earlier." She smiled faintly. "In this human form, I may not resemble my sister much. But in my true form… the resemblance is undeniable."
Agnes sat gracefully upon the pink wool, using it like a throne. With a soft snap of her fingers, the air shimmered around her, and her form began to change.
Before them sat a woman whose beauty was serene yet unmistakably human. Midnight hair cascaded down her waist; violet eyes mirrored her son's; her flawless skin betrayed no hint of age. She was timeless, eternal, and yet, still mortal.
Then the air shifted. A faint ripple ran through her form, as if reality itself struggled to contain her.
Her violet eyes deepened to a glowing crimson, several rings spiraling within them like ripples in still water. Her hair drained of color, turning pure white that gleamed like moonlight.
Her ears sharpened to delicate points. Her skin grew even paler, smooth as porcelain. The softness of her face hardened into sharper, ethereal beauty, made all the more haunting by the absence of eyebrows.
Where a graceful woman once sat, now lingered something both divine and alien.
Agnes had revealed her true form—a Celestial Spirit unveiled.
"So," Agnes said with a faint smile, "what do you think of me now?"
Nyx blinked once, unimpressed. "You look even less like me now."
She turned to her shoulder. "Am I right, Solara?"
"...."
"...Solara?" Nyx frowned and looked over.
"...A white sun…" Solara whispered in awe, her eyes wide.
Agnes chuckled softly. "Now then, let's get down to business."
Her tone shifted, calm but commanding. She crossed her legs elegantly, resting her chin against her hand.
"Nyx," she began, her crimson eyes narrowing, "tell me what has happened in the six months I 'abandoned' Amon."
Nyx exhaled quietly, nodding once.
For the next thirty minutes, she explained everything, Amon's strange behavior, his growing power, meeting Rex, Sera, and Amy, and everything she knew about Project Requiem.
"I see…" Agnes murmured when she finally finished, her face softening with sorrow.
For her, it had only been two days since she last saw her son. But for Amon, it had been six long months. Half a year without his mother.
"Be honest with me, Nyx," Agnes said quietly, forcing a sad smile. "Does my son… hate me?"
Nyx hesitated. Seeing Agnes' expression stirred an ache in her chest. She inhaled slowly before answering.
"I… I don't know, Agnes."
It was the truth. She understood Amon well, but not completely.
"...." Agnes fell silent, her hair veiling her expression. She gave only a small nod.
"...Nyx," she said after a moment.
"Yes?"
"What do you truly think of Amon?"
"...." Nyx didn't answer right away. Her eyes fell shut in thought.
Before she could respond, a timid voice interrupted.
"Um… e-excuse me, Lady Agnes," Aries spoke softly.
Agnes turned her gaze toward her. "Yes, Aries?"
"F-forgive me for asking, but… who is this Amon person?"
"Oh! I'd like to know that too," Solara added suddenly, tail flicking. "I know he's Nyx's nephew—and your son, by extension—but that's about it."
Agnes blinked at the little fox, realizing she still hadn't asked. "And who exactly are you?"
Solara held up a paw in a peace sign. "My name's Solara! I'm a friend of Nyx."
Agnes smiled faintly. "I see."
She looked down for a moment, her expression softening. "When he was born, I gave him no last name. Spirits, after all, have none."
She looked between the two curiously watching her. "Celestial Spirits aren't born with family names because we are singular. Each Spirit is one-of-a-kind, an embodiment of our constellation, our myth, our title. There's only one Aries. One Leo. Names are identity enough."
Her voice lowered. "But Amon… he's different. He is the child of two worlds, the child banished from heaven."
Her crimson eyes gleamed faintly. "He is also my son… He is Amon."
Both Aries and Solara exchanged bewildered looks.
Child of two worlds? Banished from heaven?
Even Aries, who had known Agnes for centuries, was confused.
'Lady Agnes never had a lover. Then how could she give birth? And why is her son in Earth Land… instead of our realm?'
The thought gnawed at her until she finally spoke.
"Um… L-Lady Agnes," Aries said shyly, "may I ask you something?"
"Hm? What is it, Aries?" Agnes asked, voice gentle but distracted.
"If you don't mind… who exactly was the man who abused your son?"
"Eh? What are you talking about?" Solara blurted out, confused.
"Well," Aries explained softly, "Lady Agnes doesn't have a romantic partner."
Solara blinked. "Romantic partner?"
"She doesn't have a husband," Aries clarified.
"Oh." Solara nodded in understanding.
Agnes let out a weary sigh. "It's… a long story. One I'm not in the mood to tell right now."
Her tone was casual, but her eyes briefly darkened.
Nyx's voice broke the pause. "You asked me earlier what I think about Amon…"
"...." All eyes turned to her.
"There's something growing inside him," Nyx said quietly. "Something dark, something born from hatred. It's hard to describe, but it feels like… a curse."
She looked at her sister, eyes grim. "That curse burns stronger every day because of what he's been through. That hatred, if left unchecked, could destroy everything around him."
"...."
Agnes didn't respond. Her head dipped slightly, white hair hiding her eyes.
After a long silence, Nyx continued softly.
"Now that I've answered your question…" she said, her tone shifting. "…it's only fair that you answer one of mine."
"...." Agnes looked up slowly.
"Agnes," Nyx said, her voice steady, "sister, be honest with me."
A tense silence fell.
"Why," she asked, "did you seal Amon's memories?"
A/N
[To clarify: as revealed in this chapter, it was Agnes who sealed Amon's memories—not Amon himself. And regarding the "father" mentioned back in Chapter 1… as confirmed here, that man wasn't Amon's real father. Agnes never had a lover to begin with.]
[But that, of course, raises another question—how was Amon born? Don't worry, that answer's coming soon.]
[Also, to explain a bit of context: back in Chapter 2, Amon mentioned that he doesn't know his "father's" name. In his mind, it's because that man was unworthy. But remember—Amon is an unreliable narrator.]
[This is reflected again when he tells Rex that his "father" never gave him a last name.]
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