Chapter 266
Then, a long and heavy breath filled the humid space, as if she were expelling the entire weight of the world from her chest.
With that breath, a silent confession was born, a small yet meaningful nod that affirmed even the most unthinkable suspicion.
He began to explain, his words measured yet falling one by one like pebbles into silence, constructing a reality that grew increasingly absurd.
Yes, the condition he meant was a cycle, but not a biological cycle known to humanity at large.
What Aldraya was experiencing, based on the evidence now clinging to his palm, was a paradoxical menstruation, a bleeding that instead released a substance identical to male life-seed.
The fluid still felt undeniably real on his skin, a sensation he could neither deny nor erase.
Its texture was exactly as he knew it—thick with familiar viscosity, sticky like a natural adhesive, and elastic between his fingers.
All of these qualities were fused into a substance that should have marked female finitude and fertility, yet had instead become a mirror of the most masculine fertility.
That contradiction made his head spin, shattering all foundational understanding of biology, gender, and natural order.
In his hand was not impure blood symbolizing decay and the end of a potential life cycle, but something that signified beginnings, creative potential, a seed waiting to grow.
And all of it had come from Aldraya's body, as part of her strange and incomprehensible monthly cycle.
Yet there was one fundamental difference that made everything feel even more unreal, forcing him to doubt his own senses.
The fluid, though visually and texturally a perfect imitation of semen, had absolutely no scent.
There was no distinctive odor, no sharpness, no organic smell that usually accompanied human bodily fluids.
There was only sensory absence, a void of smell that felt far stranger and more unsettling than even the most pungent stench.
"Is that truly the best reason for you to react in such shock?"
"Even more so, considering that the concept of menstruation has never existed for a being like you."
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"However, there is one exception. The god you once worshiped, Quil-Hasa.
He experienced it as well, and only when His love for His creation surpassed all bounds of reason."
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"Judging by your current state, Aldraya, that means your love for something has exceeded its limits."
That explanation sank into Aldraya's awareness not as a shock, but as new data that was immediately integrated with perfect precision.
She heard every syllable clearly, understood it accurately, and yet that was precisely where her newly formed confusion lay.
Understanding her own physical condition did not produce shame, disgust, or anxiety as it might for mortal beings.
What emerged instead was a logical question hovering behind her innocent gaze.
Was this strange biological fact truly sufficient reason for such an extreme reaction?
Could the fear and horror that had radiated across Theo's face moments ago be fully explained by nothing more than a difference in bodily fluid composition?
That confusion manifested silently, a mismatch between cause and effect, as if she were watching someone panic in mortal terror simply because the sky appeared a slightly different color than usual.
In response, a thin and heavy smile slowly crept to the corner of Theo's lips.
The smile carried neither warmth nor relief, but looked like a physically exhausting effort, a forced contraction of muscles forming an expression he barely controlled anymore.
From behind that bitter smile, a deeper and more devastating explanation began to flow.
His voice was low, laden with a burden of knowledge perhaps too great to share.
He stated that the concept of menstruation, in any form, was never meant to exist within the blueprint of a being like Aldraya.
It was a phenomenon alien to her nature as a Supreme Angel, a deliberate absence in the architecture of her perfect and eternal existence.
His words dug deeper, collapsing the boundaries of Aldraya's understanding of herself, introducing a flaw in design or evolution that should never have existed.
Then came the true turning point of the explanation, a statement that shook the foundations of Aldraya's belief.
Theo named the only entity ever recorded to experience a similar phenomenon, with life-fluid imbued with divine meaning.
Quil-Hasa, the god Aldraya once worshiped.
The divine mechanism was explained with care.
Quil-Hasa released His life-fluid not as a biological cycle, but as a physical manifestation of overflowing love—love too vast to remain contained within eternity, exceeding all rational limits and spilling forth to all of His creations.
Each drop was an embodiment of excess affection, a divine intimacy manifested as substance.
And now, looking at Aldraya and the strange condition she was experiencing, Theo drew a terrifying parallel.
What was happening to Aldraya was not a mere biological error.
It was a reflection, an unintentional imitation of a divine condition.
This meant that Aldraya, the Supreme Angel who was meant to be cold and perfect, was experiencing the very same thing as her god.
The air in the bathroom seemed to stop moving.
The hot steam froze between them, carrying the implications of Theo's final words.
This condition was not an illness, nor a defect.
It was a symptom of an impossible emotional state.
Loving something too deeply, beyond all limits.
Two beings from different strata of existence, connected by the same bodily phenomenon, born from the same excess of love.
"Does that mean the impact could be fatal? Could it even erase me from the existence of RWIA?"
"Stay calm. There is still a way to handle it, as long as that love becomes both the trigger and the restraint."
Even after that crushing, consequence-laden explanation, the icy plane of Aldraya's face remained undisturbed.
There was no hitch in her breath, no crease of anxiety on her brow, not the slightest change in the innocent line of her lips.
She was a statue of calm awareness, facing her own existential possibility with an almost incomprehensible serenity.
Yet from behind that absence of expression, a question emerged with cold, lucid logic.
Her voice, still flat like the surface of dead water, attempted to measure the threat that had just been revealed.
She asked whether the phenomenon affecting her body, this imitation of a dangerous divine condition, would bring horrifying consequences.
Her erasure from the existence of RWIA.
An acronym representing four deeper pillars of reality—Resolve, Will, Intent, and Ambition—born from Theo's own mind as an author.
Within the metaphysical complexity of their world, she understood that the core of her existence had been woven, unified, and merged with those four pillars of creativity.
Would this overflowing love, now metamorphosed into a strange bodily fluid, damage that weave and erase her from the fabric of reality?
The question hung in the humid air, heavier than any steam filling the room.
This was no longer about biological confusion, but about the nature of the self and the continuation of existence.
Aldraya, with clear awareness, was mapping the ontological risks of her condition.
Would this excess of love that mirrored her god conflict with the Resolve of her creation?
Would her original Intent be uprooted by a new Will born of wild emotion?
And would the Ambition that formed the foundation of her role collapse beneath the flood of unexpected feeling?
Within her stillness lay a cold calculation of possible annihilation.
To be continued…