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- Returning it is not an option. – he said even before I entered.

- You don't even know what I came here for.

- It's obvious, but there is only one way for a fallen angel to return to the library you wish to return. And it's the death of the current master. – he said and that kind of made the vision something more… coherent. My doubts were now focused on the baby's identity. Apparently he was responsible for protecting the child. Something tells me the child who fell was me. It was just a distrust. After all that place... was very familiar to me...

- I see... but you lost your library...

- Oh, of course. You can also kill the fallen angel from the spellbook. - he said. – But I wouldn't recommend it. It would need at least 3 low-class nephilim for this.

- What are we going to do now?

- What do you mean by that? - he asked. – I will continue my miserable life here.

- She doesn't need to be miserable. – I say. – We can make it better.

- Like?

- I still do not know. But I'll find a way. – I sounded more confident than I actually was. – But now we need to evacuate this place. We have less than an hour for the nephilim I've imprisoned to break free.We went to the northern camp. Reg used his influence to convince everyone to go and I kept my spellbook hidden, with his fallen angel trapped inside it. Apparently this did not prevent the being from listening and leaving whenever it thought that some danger was approaching, which only happened twice. I had to use my magic to keep him invisible and that meant I spent the entire trip training the rules dome.

Yes, I know it's a bad name, but I can't do much to change it. Or maybe it can. I was still going to give my magic a good name.

Beyond that, and I believe it would be better to stay beyond that, I kept coming back to the vision I had when I woke up the spellbook. The angel flying quickly through the sky, the child in her arms and the post-disappearance fall of the winged being. I knew something was wrong. In fact, I've known something about me has always been wrong. Being the child of an angel should be the case.

With that in mind, I approached Reg slowly and ordered the angel to return to the library. Thank the gods he couldn't hear anything I didn't want so there was no problem as long as the angel was out of the real world I was safe.

- Reg… - I started hesitating. Which must be mentioned because it was kind of deplorable. After all, I was a high-class nephilim now that I had a spellbook and a powerful guardian.

- What was Kyran? Some problem? Did the angel feel any danger?

- No. It's not that.

- Then? - He asked curious.

I sighed deeply.

- Okay, so here goes... What would happen if an angel had sex with a nephilim and they had a child? – the question sounded very heavy in that context, but it was a good question, after all I suspected that this was my case.

- They would die before they were even born and if they were born they wouldn't last long. - His answer caught me off guard.

- Because? - I sure sounded very scared. So could I, if what he said was in fact real then I wouldn't last much longer.

- You are very curious about this... do you know someone who is in this situation? – I suddenly realized that I was giving a lot of flag. I didn't trust Reg. He was an ex-elite who would be able to sell everyone's lives to get back to his perfect world. If he knew I was a crossbred child of 3 different races then for sure I would be lost.

- No. It's just that I had a vision when I unlocked that book. The angel was protecting a child and she was his child. And at the same time… he was the son of the nephilim who was his master… – I admitted. In these cases it was always better to mix a bad lie with a great truth. I knew that well.

- Oh...

- That "Ah" sounded kind of knowledgeable. – I commented in an arguable way. He needed to tell me what he was thinking or I was going to freak out. You mean I wouldn't last long? And why this irony of fate? All nephilim are immortal and I wasn't because my dad was an angel? Crap!

- Well, I kind of ripped that vision out of your library before. The nephilim wanted to know where the child was when they asked me to project the scene. It was actually the first time I saw how bad Attila's nephilim were. They celebrated the baby's death as if a calamity had been averted. - He said remembering the scene. – It was very unfortunate. Seeing a newborn fall and die like that is not what I considered happy.

- Dying?

- Yes, no one would survive that fall. Even if I wanted, I couldn't. It's impossible.

- Would you die? – I asked.

- I'm an adult. The child was just a baby. – He sighed. – Nephilim children are not born with magic. They are like all human offspring. Otherwise you'd notice nephilim much faster, don't you think? They learn magic after they grow up. In the case of the child, he simply died. She was a newborn after all. How could I survive this?

So... was I safe?

- It's not like he won't die anyway. The 3 natures within him would battle until one suppresses the other and when that happened he would die. It would be a lot worse actually. – He completed it.

- So the 3 natures you talk about...

- Let me explain better. – He interrupted. – Angels and demons are beings from other dimensions. The relationships between angels and humans were never carnal so there aren't many white nephilim out there, the few that do exist are inhabiting the headquarters of the templars as deities. Demons and humans, on the other hand, fornicate much more. Thanks to that our race exists. You must know that angels and demons have opposite natures, right?

- I think so.

- So, in a way, humans are like... a middle ground. Human natures are impartial and can lean on either the demonic or the angelic side. In short, their natures can exist with either one or the other. Now, imagine if two opposing natures were mixed. What do you think would happen?

- I do not know...

- There are only two possibilities. - said. – The first is death. That simple. One nature cancels out the other. And the second is the phenomenon we call complete pending. In these cases, the stronger nature defeats the weaker one and completely erases the weaker nature. This would cause a chain reaction that would transform the being in question into a demon or a pure angel. In this case, all the previous consciousness of the individual disappeared and he would suffer the consequences of living in this dimension. If he leaned to angel he would have his body extinguished. If he tended to demons, his consciousness would be extinguished. Either way it would be death, since the consciousness the individual was born with would be completely altered.

"The case of the child under discussion is even more problematic. Your mother made sure to seal all the two extradimensional natures. In practical terms the only nature that prevailed was human. He would be doomed to not have his powers as a nephilim for the rest of his life. It was either that or dying prematurely.

"Of course there were many previous experiences to blend the divine-demonic natures, but it was failure after failure. After all the gruesome deaths, the practice of blending was abolished and taboo. So when it was discovered who the child's father was... She was persecuted. There was no chance the child would survive anyway."

When he finished I started noticing a few things. My power had been sealed. That's why I wasn't proficient in common nephilim magic. Also, I survived the fall somehow, no doubt thanks to my innate ability. I also knew that my natures were opposite and were doomed to destroy each other. In other words, as soon as this seal was broken I would die. Or I would have turned into something other than me.

Thinking about it more carefully, my future prospects were incredibly doomed to complete disgrace, but…on the other hand I was still just learning about my magic. I felt, for example, that I could physically alter my body in one of those spaces. I also knew that I could increase my energy limits and consolidate my ability to bewitch. In practical terms, I could improve myself using my own skill.

What seemed quite appealing, after all my skill didn't seem to have any limits. She was able to do things that no one else would do to me being almost useless, just imagining what it would be like after I improved... it was simply unprecedented.

And that's how I asked Reg to let me use a closed carriage.