On the continent of Videzaya, everyone knows the name Caleb.
Eighteen years ago, a baby boy as pure and flawless as fresh snow was born into the Frolan family.
On that same day, Lord Hodenilover, the god's emissary to the continent, personally set foot on the territory of this once-great family, now in decline.
"This child is the closest to God."
"I am at God's service and will heed His commands. I shall name him Caleb."
"Caleb, the Holy Son of the Church of Light."
The man with brilliant golden hair gazed at the newborn with emerald-green eyes. His slender, pale fingertip gently touched the baby's soft forehead, and in a calm voice, he decided the child's fate.
From then on, Caleb became the Holy Son of the continent of Videzaya. He had no surname; he was God's child.
His appearance brought prosperity to the declining Frolan family.
The boy sat upon the high seat in the sacred temple, his long white hair falling down his back. A lovely smile was always fixed on his face, like an angel in a mural.
His soul was hailed across the continent as the purest and most immaculate of all.
"Isn't he just an idiot? What's so great about him?"
At the start of every new year, the children of the great families were led by their clan heads to the temple to pay homage to the Holy Son. They would secretly look up at that pure, vacant smile and whisper disdainfully, careful not to let the adults hear.
But that glory vanished without warning one day, eighteen years later.
The Frolan family, grown powerful by raising the Holy Son, discovered in horror that he was undergoing some kind of transformation.
"He's begun to feel joy and sorrow, anger and delight. His eyes are as terrifying as the whirlpools of the deep sea, and his white hair grows more tainted with each passing day."
They were deeply troubled and tried to keep the secret, but their hopes were shattered when Lord Hodenilover returned.
"Caleb has been corrupted by evil."
"God has abandoned him."
With a cold expression, Hodenilover stripped the Holy Son of his status. His bearing was just as noble as it had been all those years ago.
The Caleb of today has dark blue eyes and gray hair. No one knows that he came from another world 46,000 years in the future, or that he was the first humanoid robot to develop self-awareness.
What courses through his body is not blood, but an immense flow of energy made up of the world's particles.
"God is nothing more than a legendary being."
Caleb searched through his memory banks and finally found the miscellaneous book he'd read in his spare time long ago. The so-called "God" never appeared anywhere in the book.
Everyone thought Caleb was a boy abandoned by God.
Only God knew that was not the case.
He had already descended from the divine temple for the boy, lowering His proud gaze. "If you return to the faith, I will grant you God's favor."
Caleb chuckled. "Oh, who cares?"
In the end, the towering deity knelt on one knee and kissed the boy's cold hand, whispering devoutly, "Then I shall become your believer."
[CP Guide]:
Caleb (the aloof, universally adored bottom) X God (the all-powerful, easily unhinged top)
(Blurb archived on May 23, 2022)
Theme: Charge forward without hesitation, and nothing can stand in your way.
