An odd phenomenon of Rebirth

'What is this odd sensation? I feel warmth and comfort, but why is it so dark... Am I inside a womb? I can't move properly, but I can hear voices,' pondered Michael, as he felt himself floating in a fluid-like state. Upon trying to move for a few minutes, he concluded that he had been reincarnated.

'What is that dim light?' he wondered, his attention drawn to a faint glow that seemed to pulse in the distance.

Michael felt a force pulling him toward the dim light. As time passed, the pull grew stronger, an irresistible current dragging him closer.

Before he could process what was happening, the force became so great that he was thrust toward the dim light in an instant.

"Push Mistress Demiurge, this baby is the last one," said a couple of Midwives as they cheered on the woman who was giving birth, and after what felt like a while Michael was born

"Waaaa waaaa waaaa." Two cries of babies echoed within the grand hall, not the sound of one child, but two—twins.

The midwives, with great care and precision, placed the children near Lady Demiurge, Michael's mother, ensuring their safety and comfort in the sacred space.

'Is this beautiful woman my mother? And is this baby near me my twin... how odd,' thought Michael, his infantile body unable to express the depth of his musings. Despite his baby-like movements, his vision was strangely clear—a phenomenon that felt unnatural for a newborn.

'What is this sensation coursing through my body? It feels like some kind of energy…' he pondered, the strange warmth pulsating within him both comforting and alien. But the effort to make sense of it all was overwhelming.

'I feel tired… I want to sleep,' he thought, succumbing to the heaviness in his small body. Slowly, his eyelids closed, and he drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep.

"Lady Demiurge, the young master, and mistress have both been born with a cultivation base! Although it's only at the Body Tempering Realm, this is enough to alert the entire clan," said one of the midwives, her voice filled with awe.

The others nodded in agreement, their tones brimming with praise.

It was an extraordinary phenomenon—while the Body Tempering Realm marked the very beginning of cultivation, no child was ever born with a cultivation base.

Such an occurrence was unheard of and carried implications that sent shivers of anticipation through the room.

"That's for me to decide. I am their mother, and I don't think a servant has the right to meddle in matters concerning the main household. Do not overstep your bounds, and know your place. Leave us be," said Lady Demiurge, her voice laced with annoyance and fatigue.

The surrounding midwives stiffened, their faces paling as beads of sweat formed on their foreheads. Lady Demiurge's decree hung heavily in the air, an unspoken warning that left no room for debate.

The subtle tension in the room became suffocating, her authority an almost tangible force pressing down on everyone present.

"Mistress Demiurge, I apologize for overstepping, but the children still need feeding and Qi nourishment. You just battled the heavenly tribulation so that the children could be born, so all..."

"Sylvia, I've waited thousands of years for their birth. Let me spend some time alone with them," Lady Demiurge said with a long, tired sigh.

The midwives, recognizing the depth of her words, exchanged quick glances. Without hesitation, they bowed their heads and gathered their things. Their movements were quiet, almost reverent, as they slipped away from the room, leaving Lady Demiurge in the silence she craved.

The door creaked softly as it closed behind them, and the stillness in the room deepened, filled only with the soft breathing of the mother and her newborns, as the world outside seemed to fade away.

Lady Demiurge used her Qi to levitate the twins, the energy swirling around them like a delicate caress, gently pulling them closer. Their black Noir hair, rich and dark like her own, rippled in the air, mirroring her essence and making her smile even more.

As the twins drifted toward her, her red neon eyes began to glow, the light trembling with excitement, a reflection of the warmth blossoming in her chest.

"My sweet little princess," Lady Demiurge whispered softly, her gaze filled with affection as she looked at the female twin. "I shall name you, Uriel Demiurge

The one who encompasses all—who holds the wisdom of the world within her, and the strength to protect those who are fragile, the ones who need love most.

You are a guardian of the weak, the keeper of light in the darkest of times. Your spirit will be like a steady flame, never wavering, guiding those who falter, offering them hope and warmth when they need it the most"

Lady Demiurge slowly lowered Uriel, her smile lingering as she carefully placed her down. Then, with a soft, loving sigh, she reached for Michael, her gaze filled with an affection so deep it seemed to reach into the very core of her being.

"My sweet little boy," she whispered, her voice tender and full of warmth, "you shall be named Azrael Demiurge."

She held him close, her eyes soft with love, as she spoke, "The one who endures. You will be the one who stands tall, no matter how fierce the storm is.

When the world tries to break you, when the weight of everything feels too heavy, you will stand firm. Your will, my son, is like unyielding stone—unshaken by the harshest winds, untouched by the toughest trials."

Her fingers gently brushed through his hair, her heart full of pride. "In you, I see a spirit that can never be broken, a heart that will never give up, no matter how difficult the path. You will keep going when others might fall, rise when the world tries to keep you down."

She held him just a little closer, her voice soft and full of conviction. "You are the embodiment of perseverance, my dear. You will carry on when it seems impossible, finding strength when there appears to be none. And in that strength, you will light the way for others to follow."

With a smile, she kissed the top of his head, her words steady and true. "You will be the one to show others that even in the harshest of environments, when everything seems lost, there is always a way forward—a way to grow, to push beyond the limits, and to keep moving forward, no matter what."

"Together, you're my world," Lady Demiurge whispered softly, her voice warm and tender as she watched her children sleep, their small bodies curled up in peaceful slumber.

"You mean everything to me," she murmured, a gentle smile forming as she reached out to brush a strand of hair from one of their faces. Her touch was light, careful not to wake them. "You are my strength when I falter, my solace when everything feels heavy, my reason for every step I take.

Even now, just watching you sleep, I can feel it—the quiet rhythm of your breaths, the way your presence fills the room. It's like time slows down, and for this moment, nothing else matters."

Her gaze lingered on their serene faces, her eyes soft and brimming with love. "You make the world brighter, more beautiful, more meaningful. You're my light, my joy, and the reason my heart feels whole in ways I never thought possible."

She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to each of their foreheads, her voice barely a whisper as if speaking a quiet promise. "I will treasure every moment with you, for as long as I have breath. You'll always be my everything."

...