Chapter 234: Celestara
The first to step forward was Selene, her long silver hair flowing like moonlight. She knelt beside Evernight’s bed, her gentle hands brushing back strands of sweat-matted hair. Her voice was soothing, melodic. "Sister, you are so brave. To bring his child into the world... it is a blessing to all of us. Lean on us, even if only for this moment."
Evernight blinked, tears forming. "Sister..." She whispered the word as if testing it, then smiled weakly. "Thank you."
Next came Avelora, radiant with golden eyes like dawn. She clasped Evernight’s other hand. "We will stand together. As you give birth, we give you our strength. Do not fear."
Diva stepped closer, wrapping an arm gently around Evernight’s shoulders, speaking with soft reassurance. "See? You are not alone. We are all with you now."
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More of the wives came forward, each with their own embrace, their own words.
Lunaria, tall and elegant, pressed her forehead to Evernight’s. "No pain can break what is about to be born. He will be more than a child... he will be our future."
Myrene, warm and playful, giggled softly through her tears. "And I will spoil him more than anyone else, so be ready for that, Sister Evernight."
Evernight let out a weak laugh, her pain eased by their voices. "You... all of you... you welcome me as though I have always belonged."
Shirley squeezed her hand. "Because you have. We are one family, bound not just by him, but by love itself."
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The chamber grew warmer, filled not by flames but by their collective presence. Some wiped Evernight’s sweat, others whispered words of encouragement, and others simply stood around her, weaving spirit energy to ease her pain.
Evernight looked around, her lips trembling as she saw them all—twenty-three sisters who bore no envy, no hostility, only sincerity. She pressed her hand over her womb once more, and tears spilled freely.
"This child... will be born into a family unlike any other. A family that will never break."
Igaris’s heart stirred as he watched them. His wives, once scattered by fate, once torn from him by the cruelty of gods and demons, now gathered in one chamber, their love uniting as one force. He squeezed Evernight’s hand gently, his voice breaking as he spoke.
"Yes. This time, no one will take us apart. This time, our child will open his eyes to see all of us together. A true family."
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As the contractions grew sharper, Evernight cried out, clutching him. But her sisters’ voices rose in harmony, calming, soothing, filling the chamber with strength.
"You can do this, Evernight."
"We are here."
"Breathe, Sister."
"Let our strength flow into you."
And when her pain threatened to overwhelm, Shirley leaned down and kissed her forehead tenderly. "Do not fear. You are not alone anymore."
Diva added softly, her hand resting on Evernight’s stomach. "We are all mothers to this child. But you... you are the one who will bring him into the world. And for that, you will always have our gratitude."
Evernight sobbed, overwhelmed not just by pain but by the love surrounding her. "I... I am so blessed... so loved."
Igaris brushed his lips across her temple. "More than blessed. Eternal."
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As the final moment approached, Evernight screamed, clutching tightly to Igaris’s hand. Light burst forth from her womb, rippling across the chamber. The wives encircled her, their auras harmonizing as one, stabilizing the miracle that was about to unfold.
The chamber blazed with light, brighter than dawn yet deeper than night. The air was heavy, vibrating with an otherworldly hum as if the entire realm held its breath.
Evernight’s final cry split the silence, and then, in her arms, a wail rose:
"Woaa, woaa..."
The cry was piercing, commanding, unlike any newborn’s cry. It was a sound that carried both innocence and dominion, shaking the walls of the Eternal Moon Palace.
Igaris’s eyes widened as he watched her. Wrapped in light, small and delicate, yet impossibly radiant. A child, yet not ordinary. Two horns peeked from her silken hair—one shimmering like crystalline ivory, angelic in its glow, the other dark as obsidian, pulsing with an abyssal aura.
The wives gasped in unison.
Shirley pressed a hand to her lips, tears streaming. "She... she is unlike anything I have ever seen. An angel and a demon... both at once."
Diva’s voice quivered, her normally proud composure softening into awe. "No, Shirley... she is beyond that. She is the bridge. The child of heaven and hell, of light and shadow. The child only he could father."
Evernight, weak yet glowing, cradled her daughter against her chest. Her tears fell onto the child’s forehead as she whispered shakily, "My little one... my beloved child. You carry within you everything we have lost and everything we will reclaim."
The baby opened her eyes. One was golden, burning like a miniature sun, the other crimson, blazing like molten fire. And in that instant, the world itself trembled.
"Rumble!"
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Far beyond the chamber, across the skies of Orca, the Eternal Tree shook its roots, its branches swaying violently as if bowing to her existence. The seas raged, storms broke, volcanoes roared, and every living being felt it—the pressure of destiny descending upon them. Kings dropped their goblets. Archmages collapsed at their desks. Warriors fell to their knees.
Even the gods stirred.
A deep voice rumbled across unseen dimension. "The child of the Overlord has been born."
Another, sharper, like a blade cutting through eternity, spoke. "A new balance is forged. The one who holds both judgment and ruin."
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Back in the chamber, the wives pressed closer, their voices breaking with emotion.
Selene, her silver hair trembling with energy, whispered reverently, "Sisters... do you feel it? The entire realm bows to her."
Avelora’s golden eyes glistened. "This child will change the fate of mortals and divine. She is the proof that our love, united, has transcended death and time."
Seraphina leaned near, brushing the baby’s horn softly. "So delicate, yet so dangerous. She will not just walk the path of destiny—she will rewrite it."
Myrene, tears streaming yet smiling, let out a shaky laugh. "Then I will say it first... she is our jewel, our hope, our miracle. And yes, I will spoil her more than anyone."
The wives laughed weakly through their tears, the tension breaking for a moment, but their eyes never left the child.
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Igaris stepped forward, his arms trembling as Evernight passed the newborn to him again. The moment her small body lay in his arms, his aura surged uncontrollably, filling the chamber with waves of dominion and shadow. His eyes softened, though, gazing down at her.
"My daughter," he whispered, voice breaking for the first time in centuries. "You are born from our pain, our love, and our defiance against the outer beings. They tried to shatter us, but you... you are proof they failed."
"Puff..." The child let out a soft coo, her tiny fingers brushing against his chest. The angelic horn glowed faintly while the demonic horn pulsed in rhythm. Igaris smiled faintly, his heart swelling with pride and unshakable resolve.
He lifted his gaze, meeting the eyes of all his wives. His voice was steady, but thunder rumbled beneath his words.
"Remember this moment. This girl, our daughter, is not just mine, not just Evernight’s, but ours—all of ours. She carries the blood and soul of every one of you. She will not walk this world alone, for she is born into a family that even destiny itself cannot divide."
The wives raised their hands, one by one, surrounding the child in warmth. Their voices blended into a vow, soft yet unbreakable.
"We swear... to protect her. To raise her. To love her. Until the end of eternity."
Evernight, exhausted, smiled through her tears. "She will grow surrounded by love. That is all I ever wished for her."
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Then, the baby’s eyes flashed again, her golden and crimson pupils locking onto Igaris’s. The pressure that had shaken the world earlier surged once more, this time focused entirely within the chamber. The air turned heavy, the floor cracked beneath them, and outside, mortals across Orca collapsed in worship.
"Waaaa..." The cries of the child softened into quiet breaths, her tiny form glowing faintly with both angelic light and demonic flame. Her two horns, one pure white and the other black as night, shimmered with a power that unsettled even the strongest of beings outside the chamber. The air was thick with awe, silence descending as if the universe itself awaited her naming.
Evernight, exhausted yet radiant, gazed at her daughter through tears. Her trembling lips whispered, "She... she deserves a name that will shake the worlds, yet cradle her in love."
Seraphina stepped forward, her silver eyes misty, her wings brushing the ground as she leaned closer. "She carries both heaven and abyss in her blood. A bridge, yet also a ruler. Her name must carry destiny itself."
Igaris looked at all of them—Evernight, Seraphina, Shirley, Diva, and the gathered sisters—and then lowered his gaze to the child in his arms. For a long moment, silence reigned. Then he spoke, his voice deep, steady, and reverent.
"From this day forth, she shall be known as Celestara Vance... the Eternal Heiress. The first star born of our family’s unity, the dawn of our unbroken tomorrow."
The name rippled through the chamber like a spell. Evernight gasped softly, clutching her daughter. "Celestara..." she repeated, her voice trembling with pride.
Shirley smiled warmly, brushing a finger along the baby’s cheek. "Our Celestara... how perfect."
Diva leaned closer, her voice playful but thick with emotion. "A name worthy of the Overlord’s daughter. She will grow to rule not just realms, but hearts."
Selene, still kneeling, closed her eyes with reverence. "Celestara... the star who will outshine the heavens that once tried to chain us."
The chamber filled with whispers of the name, each wife repeating it as though etching it into fate itself.
Outside, the loyal subordinates lifted their heads as the name resounded through the walls, carried by Igaris’s divine aura.
Malthius’s skeletal voice rang solemnly. "Celestara Vance... the Eternal Heiress. The legions of death shall guard her path."
Serynthia’s roar thundered across the skies. "Celestara! My wings and fire shall carry her to the highest skies."
The Mountain King slammed his fist to the earth, shaking the land in veneration. "The earth itself will rise to cradle Celestara’s steps."
Jian Longchen’s sword rang like a hymn, his voice calm yet absolute. "The blade of eternity now has a name to protect. Celestara, our Heiress."
Ren Wen smiled faintly, bowing low. "Even destiny will be rewritten for Celestara Vance."
The Shadow Reaper’s voice slithered through the air, chilling yet loyal. "Her shadow is already mine to guard. Celestara will never be touched by death’s hand."
And the Mecha Legions roared in mechanical unison.
"ALL HAIL CELESTARA VANCE, THE ETERNAL HEIRESS. ALL HAIL THE STAR WHO WILL OUTSHINE THE HEAVENS."
The cry spread across the land, the sky, the very stars above Orca, until realms beyond trembled and whispered her name. Celestara.
Inside the chamber, the newborn shifted, her small horns glowing as her eyes fluttered open for the first time. Twin irises of radiant silver and abyssal black gazed up at Igaris. For just a heartbeat, her gaze carried the weight of destiny itself.
Igaris felt his breath catch. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.
"Celestara Vance, my daughter... the first star of our eternal tomorrow. You will never be alone. You will never be broken. For you are ours, and we are yours."
Evernight sobbed softly, hugging her child as the sisters drew closer in embrace. The chamber glowed with light, shadow, and love, while outside the heavens still shook from the cry of her birth.