Hidden Episode: Dual Ariana Conflict – "The Heart That Chose the Creator"

In the place promised by God, Yorian sat calmly after completing a task that lasted &{1}& years. But in the distance, he saw a small girl. He recognized her — his childhood friend, the one who changed his life and whom he deeply loved: Ariana Grace.

Yorian walked toward her and tried to surprise her, but Grace jumped in shock and glared.

"Who the heck are you, mister tartar sauce?" she snapped.

"Mister?! I look 24, and you call me 'mister'?" Yorian gasped.

"Ugh, get away!" she yelled and ran. Yorian chased her and eventually caught her.

"Let me go!" she yelled while hitting him (softly, of course).

“Haha, you don’t remember me? It’s me, Suf,” he explained.

“Suf? No way. My Suf wasn’t a weird, flirty grown-up like you!” she retorted.

Yorian sighed and muttered, “God, return me to my old body — 8 years old, like before.”

In an instant, his body changed, and Grace froze. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“S-Suf!” she cried and threw herself into his arms.

Yorian held her gently, calming her down. They started playing together, as Grace had waited so long for this moment. But then, something odd crossed her mind.

“What if I grow up too—” she began before suddenly transforming into her adult self.

“Wha—why are my boobs heavy?!” she asked, confused.

Yorian just laughed, explaining the basics (let's skip the bio class here). She was amazed and happy to experience what it felt like to be like her mom.

Suddenly, another girl walked up to them — someone who looked just like Grace.

“Uh, who are you?” asked Ariana Slyphina, surprised.

“I could ask the same,” replied Grace.

“I’m Ariana Slyphina, with the title of Novistri — Demon Empress,” she introduced herself.

“Our names are so similar... I’m Ariana Grace,” said Grace.

“Why the hell are you two meeting here?!” Yorian exclaimed.

“Wait... Yorian?!” Slyphina gasped.

“His name is Suf!” Grace argued.

“Oh, come on. You think I don’t know? He’s my big brother!” explained Slyphina.

“Well, he’s my childhood friend!” countered Grace.

Realizing the truth from Yorian’s past stories, Slyphina bowed deeply.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I didn’t know it was you,” she said.

“What?! I’m not your mom! I died at 8!” Grace snapped.

Slyphina tilted her head, explaining: “But according to Yorian, I was created from a special egg — 99% RNA match to you, and Yorian’s... contribution.”

“Wha—egg? Contribution? Are we playing ‘Make-a-family’ or something?” Grace asked, puzzled.

“Well—” Slyphina started to explain.

Yorian quickly interrupted. “Basically, an egg is like a container, and the... contribution fills it to make a child.” He whispered to Slyphina, “Don’t ruin her innocence.”

“Oh... Suf, you're really smart,” Grace smiled.

“I didn’t even get the chance to grow up or... be contained,” Grace pouted.

“Hey, Motherf*cker, you know what RNA is? They took your DNA, converted it to RNA, and combined it with his, creating me!” Slyphina said smugly (don’t try this logic at home to your mother).

“What even is RNA or DNA?!” Grace asked, overwhelmed.

“Ah f*ck this, I’m tired of explaining!” Slyphina snapped.

“Slyphina! Don’t use those words! Grace, don’t repeat that!” Yorian scolded.

“What’s a clone?” Grace asked.

“Someone who looks just like you,” Yorian explained.

“Oh…”

“Come on, Yorian, stay with me instead of this weirdo!” Slyphina tugged his arm.

“He’s my friend!” Grace pulled the other arm.

“He’s my brother, my partner! He’s been with me for years!” argued Slyphina.

“But you’re just a fake replica!” snapped Grace.

“Hey, Mama! Even if I’m a replica, I’ve been with him for more than 4 years, unlike you!”

“I’m his friend! I protected him from death! I kept him from becoming a monster!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Mama. I saved him from death too, like, countless times!” Slyphina yelled while playfully slapping Grace.

“Stop hitting me!”

“Please, I’m flat-chested!”

“Enough! You’re both Ariana, and I love both of you!” Yorian shouted, pulling away from them.

“You can’t say that! You can’t handle both of us—” Slyphina started.

“Shut it, Slyphina! Don’t bring up that moment!” Yorian snapped. “Besides, I can just ask God for power again.”

“You two are closer... Why did I have to die?” Grace mumbled, tearing up.

“No, you both mean everything to me,” Yorian said as he hugged her.

She remembered how she always hugged Yorian when he was depressed. Now he was doing the same for her.

“How about we split him 50/50? Grace-time and Slyphina-time?” suggested Slyphina.

“Deal,” said Grace.

“If that’s what you both want, then okay,” Yorian agreed.

And so, Grace got to enjoy her playful, innocent time with Yorian — running, hide-and-seek, silly games. Meanwhile, Slyphina had deeper, more intense interactions: complex conversations, difficult activities, and... well, “intense” romantic moments that we won’t describe here.

Author P.S:
"Aisyah, you wrote something absolutely insane again!" said Author 1.
"Bruh, you're the one who's clueless about romance. You can’t even handle love triangles properly!" replied Author 2.

Yorian could enjoy his days in peace, with the people he loved, without burden, without the sound of his own and other people's suffering. he looked at the sky and said

“Forgive me, Lord. I once hated you... And now, you’ve granted me my deepest dream.”
— Yorian's final prayer