A tense silence ensued, A dragon pleadingly looked up at a celestial, while the celestial looked down at him defiantly.
"If I help you, what do I get in return?"Conan asked, his condescending tone booming across the forest as he spoke.
He would never help anyone unless he gets something in return or he has a good reason to. A moral of neutrality he picked after years of taking part in both good and then bad sides.
DeMutt, the dragon pondered before speaking "You don't know of a plane where serpents like you live do you?"He asked.
"I don't," Conan said softly, his reflective obsidian eyes reflected curiosity and a hint of longing for something or someone.
"It exists, but only those who have been chosen can be let in. Maybe the plane doesn't want you."The Dragon said.
Conan's face stiffened on hearing such. He stayed silent for a while, thinking about what no one knew of with a long look.
Conan then calmed and sighed, "let me see the baby," he demanded.
DeMutt, the Dragon opened the box he carried with him and brought out a baby wrapped in a white cloth. He handed the baby to the celestial, tentatively.
The baby had cute little blond hair, at peace, the baby slept, respiration his first breaths slowly but steadily. Small translucent orange scales were all over its skin.
"He is of a Draconic and an angelic bloodline. More of Draconic with a taint of angelic. He will be physically weaker than regular dragons."Conan assessed as he gazed at the baby Dragon.
The father, DeMutt sighed "Either way, he is my son, and I don't regret doing it with his mother. My only regret is not living to have a harem of mine."
DeMutt coughed up blood as the effects of the poison had reached their peak and he couldn't endure it anymore, he gazed up at Conan "Lord celestial, help me protect my son and raise him to be an able man, raise him to be a dragon. Even if he is weaker than regular ones, with effort, he'll catch up."
The celestial raised his eyebrows at the words of the dying dragon 'Idiot, I said he will be weak in strength not in power.' Conan thought with a subconscious smile, the curious side of him became greatly interested in the hybrid of dragon and angel that lay asleep in his embrace.
"It's funny that we were taught in Dragon knighthood to never interact, nor bow to serpents as they are evil creatures. But speaking to you, that doesn't seem to be the case at all, and you even repressed your impeccable aura of celestiality to that of an immortal."DeMutt laughed as pressed his hand on the wound situated on his chest, crimson magma oozing out heavily.
Immortality means, not being mortal, not being susceptible to death, and in some cases, living forever—From a mortal's perspective. But immortals themselves only live for at least five thousand years, the more powerful ones live longer than that, which was like an eternity to mortals.
But, that doesn't mean immortals can't be killed.
The only difference between mortality and immortality is that mortals die naturally at a given point in time except immortals can't die unless they run out of soul essence, and when they eventually do, it puts them in a mortal status.
But even before they could run out of soul force, immortals can be killed.
Conan looked at the dragon and thought 'Nothing is permanent, not even love. I tried to escape this but the one I loved suffered for it. His case is similar to mine, the angel he committed iniquity with will be branded as a fallen angel now and will be imprisoned in the prisons of Cloudenheim.'
'Those we end up doing rash things because of ended up suffering because of our sins, in his case, lust blinded him, love, alongside, working hand in hand— love & lust, but more of lust.'
"You haven't gained attunement with Aether, have you?"Conan asked solemnly, the reason behind his question unknown.
"Yes I haven't, if I had, I could have managed to suppress these wounds a little and keep the poison suppressed to live a few more years to raise my son but alas..."DeMutt responded tonelessly, his time is coming.
Conan could help him, as he had attuned with both transcendent energies— Aether and Nether. He could use aether to heal him completely and even negate the poison but he decided against it. DeMutt didn't beg to live, he had accepted his fate already.
The neutral side of him would never allow him to help unless his help is needed and that would even come at a price.
Conan gazed at the baby again, closed his eyes, and opened his Oracular eye, intending to gaze at the child's destiny if he had been captured.
Thus, his vision blinked in repeated succession and he arrived at the center of the debris of a once beautiful plane. bright Flames had engulfed the majestic buildings razing them down to their last bits from within to without.
At the center of the destruction was a man with flowing dirt blond hair standing in defiance. The man had a striking appearance, his draconic scales were blazing in wisps of glary yellow flames, his eyes like the vessel of flames, and his body like the sculpture of a warrior.
The explosive power radiating from this man was immense that every frail soul within the radius of his presence died of heat.
"Bring me, my mother!"The man screamed, and his wrath exploded causing flames of explosive power to erupt from him and engulf the whole plane, spreading so fast like a plague.
The Oracle ended and Conan smiled, this was the future of the baby if he had been captured by the angels, he would be imprisoned, away from his mother like a pet.
But thanks to a certain Son of the king of angels DeMutt met that told him of Conan and sent him here. The angels didn't pursue further because the Son of the king of Angels had clairvoyance and had seen this same future.
He then remembered the prime celestial and asked him to make more minor celestials, and this baby hybrid of a dragon and angel seem like one of the chosen.
Conan gazed at the starry sky with his oracular eye, looking for a 'way'.
The Oracular eye is the eye of 'ways', it gave Conan the ability to bend space and also to peek into alternate timelines, but for a price.
He suddenly had this feeling that his path now, was not to make celestials but to babysit. Venturing around the plane, collecting talented babies and babysitting them whilst also nurturing them to be celestials.
He cringed as he thought of it and sighed, he never had a legend as his life had always been disordered without a clear path to walk on after he became a celestial.
What will become of his hectic days if he starts his legend as; Conan, The Baby Collector, or worse, The Babysitter?
He looked at DeMutt sitting with his back resting against a tree, resting on his giant broadsword with eyes closed, devoid of life.
"Have a happy reincarnation..."He said as he conjured cosmic white flame on the palm of his hand and used it to set DeMutt's corpse ablaze.
The flames started eating away DeMutts corpse layer by layer till they reached the bones. The white flames had a greenish hue to them as they burned the bones away till the dragon's corpse became nothing but wisps of energy to be devoured by Conan's star.
The white flame is Conan's cosmic flame, which comes with his star as the source. It is a ruthless flame that burns all things into energy particles.
After the flames are gone, Conan gazed at the starry sky with his reflective eyes and he felt soothed. He loved gazing at the beautiful night sky.
One of the reasons Conan hadn't moved to the higher planes apart from his wife, phiona, was because this plane was closer to the cosmos and thus the night sky is more colorful here than in other planes.
Conan felt disturbed by his reverence for the beauty of the night sky, he looked at the baby in his arms and was surprised to see that the baby was awake and was pulling his overgrown hair with a face telling of innocent curiosity.
Conan laughed and sighed "This kid will trouble me in the future." A gut feeling he had when he saw the bright yellow eyes of the baby, the mischief lying beneath was evident in the eyes of the old celestial.
The baby chuckled all of a sudden as if mimicking his actions. Conan smiled at this and thought 'Seems like I won't be lonely again after all.'
The five globes came to him as his tall figure stood gazing at the stars as his obsidian eyes mirrored them.
They kneeled in his presence and told him they left the aquatic monsters they caught and had left them at the seashore.
This reminded the celestial of the baby who practically no longer had a mother and wondered what the baby would eat. If the baby were to be of pure Draconic bloodline or at least had a mother Dragon, he would only have to feed him the spiritual energy of a powerful female creature.
But due to the taint of the Angelic bloodline that came from the mother, he must be fed as an angel does to their offspring— breastfeeding.
Angel's breast milk was of very nutritious and high value. It contains Aether, thus improving the baby's health, physique, and growth explosively.
But due to circumstances, he had no way to feed the baby milk of Angelic quality, as he had been banished from cloudenheim a long time ago.
He looked at the two females among the five globes, their chests precisely and he cringed in disappointment. The chests were practically flat, a common trait most humanoid aquatic creatures shared.
They were endowed with strong and thick legs and with no doubt plump and firm buttocks, which makes swimming in the aqua more efficient and convenient, but for him, it was of no use.
Conan pondered, thinking of plausible and efficient ways of feeding the baby, and he came up with different ideas.
First is to find a strong female Centaur and feed the baby its milk, which is at least 70% rich in pure spiritual energy, also tasty and thick, he could make great milkshakes and cheese out of it, maybe?
The second is to kidnap a strong human female with a strong bloodline and make them feed the baby their breast, although not as rich in spiritual energy as the centaur's—About 25% spiritual energy quality.
It will give the baby the impression of him feeding off of his mother which is also akin to deceiving the poor thing, it won't end well, as he had seen the type of man the baby will grow up to be. So he canceled that option immediately.
Third, is to find a mammalian monster with at least 45% milk density and feed the baby its milk. That would be more plausible.
In seconds, many possibilities and scenarios had gone through the celestial's head. He sighed and muttered, "I guess my adventure starts again from here onwards."
He gazed up at the sky and dazed out at the beauty of the night. His reflective eyes mirrored the sky perfectly.
The Five globes stood behind their Lord as they followed his gaze and it felt like they had just seen its beauty as their dull blue eyes viewed the night.
From then on, he started teaching the five globe monsters how to speak, fight, and other stuff, including the baby. He went out into the plane and other few higher planes which he hadn't been banished from to carry out his mission.
Saving babies and raising them.