"To fight like a god… you have to know what it means to bleed like a mortal." – Caelix
🩸 Prologue – The Planet "Thornwell"
Long before he stood toe-to-toe with Xicor, Caelix was just a quiet child on the jungle-covered world of Thornwell—a planet with crimson skies, silver leaves, and ruins that whispered ancient truths.
His people were a forgotten race: the Thornkin—a blend of mortal biology and divine echoes. Born from failed gods, they lived in peace, disconnected from galactic conflict.
But peace is boring… and Frieza hates boring.
⚔️ Scene 1: The Night the Sky Burned
Caelix was only 7 years old when the sky cracked open.
Frieza's forces descended like a plague. A troop led by none other than Dodoria's cousin, the infamous Slasha, rained energy blasts on villages, hunting for "divine-blooded anomalies."
Slasha twirled her double-bladed scouter staff, laughing."Orders from above! Any kid who bleeds light gets turned into a battery!"
Caelix's parents—Zarim and Vela—fought to protect the village. His mother sealed him inside a hollow tree using Thornkin spiritual runes.
Her last words were,"Never forget your blood… but never let it control you."
Through a small crack in the bark, Caelix watched his parents die.
Caelix wandered the ashes of his world, half-crazed, whispering to himself. For days he survived on scraps, never speaking.
That's when he met Seraphi'el, a rogue Kai of Rebirth, chained beneath the ruins of a forgotten temple. His body burned with black energy—the mark of a god punished for mercy.
"You are not weak, child," Seraphi'el said. "You are what the gods fear: a reminder they can fall."
Caelix, with dead eyes, answered, "Then teach me how to make them fall."
For ten years, Seraphi'el trained him:
Divine Bladecraft forged from ethereal matter
Mana-Shifting Ki Control that lets him pierce barriers and distort techniques
Chrono-Phase Combat, a broken style that lets him "skip" seconds of time
But there was a cost.
Each time Caelix used his power, it would eat away at his mind—consuming his joy, dulling his empathy.
Seraphi'el warned, "You'll become the very thing you hate."
Caelix simply replied,"Then I'll make sure to hate myself just enough."
At 17, Caelix killed Slasha.He left her head on a spike at the edge of a galactic outpost.
After that, bounties rose on him across Frieza's empire, Beerus's knowledge scrolls, and even a few meme forums. (There was once a DBZ Reddit post titled "Caelix solo's the Supreme Kai realm, change my mind.")
But Caelix wasn't chasing vengeance anymore…He was chasing balance.
Balance between divine law and mortal chaos.
Present Day:
As Caelix stood beside Xicor in the present, watching the gods drain Rigor's life, a thought crossed his mind:
"He's annoying. He breaks the fourth wall. He jokes too much…But damn… he still cares."
He remembered what Seraphi'el said.
"The ones who laugh the most… cry the deepest when they're alone."
Maybe Xicor wasn't a clown.Maybe he was the last sane man in a broken universe.
And maybe Caelix… was tired of pretending he was fine.
Xicor (during a laser beam duel): "Bro, are you zoning out mid-fight?? Flashbacking while I'm over here getting tag-teamed by evil gods??"
Caelix: Sighs "Sorry. Had to remember why I hate the universe for a second."
Xicor: "Dude. We ALL hate the universe. But at least I hate it with style!"Blasts a god in the face with a Kamehameha + JoJo pose.
To Be Continued...
Next up:Chapter 5 – "Spiral War, Part 3: Divine Devourer"
Rigor's blood unlocks a portal to the realm of dead timelines
The Siraxis Trinity fuses into a new abomination: Godeater Zenthul
Xicor, Caelix, and a barely-healed Rigor pull off a desperate strategy straight out of My Hero Academia + Dragon Ball Fusion Dance crack fanfic logic