My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind-Chapter 57: The Divine Constructs, And The Divine Hive Mind

The apparition—now fully formed, yet flickering slightly at its edges—began to stir beside Samael.

Its limbs bent with a strange, weightless grace, joints cracking faintly as it rotated its head in both directions. Eyes of pale flame ignited in the hollows of its face, their glow trailing as it slowly stepped around Samael’s form, mimicking her presence without overlapping it.

It studied the world with curiosity that wasn’t quite human, its movements sharp yet deliberated, like it was learning how to move in real time.

Without a sound, it turned its attention toward Kivas.

The air shivered briefly as the construct glided forward.. It moved with its body held upright, arms hanging in place, until it was only a stride away from Kivas.

Then, smoothly, it bent forward and swept her into its arms—one beneath her knees, the other around her back, lifting her like she was weightless.

Kivas’ eyes blinked wide, mouth opening a fraction. "What... Samael, what is this thing doing?"

Samael, still standing just a few paces away, folded her arms and tilted her head. "It seems to respond intuitively to my thoughts and intentions. I didn’t command it to pick you up in that specific way, but I did wonder how you’d look being carried."

"Well, now you know," Kivas teased. "You barely allowed anyone to carry me after all."

"I’ll kill anyone who picks you up without my permission." Her gaze lingered on Kivas’ awkward position in the apparition’s arms. "As for this summon, it appears to function like a puppet, but it’s more than that. There’s something... internal. Not quite a soul, but something approximating it...

"Let’s see." Samael stepped forward, placing her hand on the construct’s shoulder. "Mhm, this doesn’t seem like a summon. Not in the traditional sense, at least. It doesn’t follow an artificial pattern or script, nor a hollow connection to a temporal plane of existence. In a way, this dust-made copy of me appeared to be a newly-birthed permanent living being."

Kivas tilted her head from where she lay in the construct’s arms, smirking, "So is she your daughter?"

"No. Otherwise, it will have an independent soul." Samael considered for a moment, then gestured. "It’s using my own Well of the Soul. That’s what I’m sure of now. This construct is bound to me, shaped by me, and shares my attributes...

"It is an extension in every sense—just without an independent existential anchor."

"So like your shadow?" Kivas snapped her hand into a fingergun.

"Closer to a detached embodiment," Samael replied. "It’s me, externalized. And yet, there’s clearly something thinking behind those eyes."

Kivas looked toward the construct’s expressionless face. "Does it have a name?"

"I can surely command it to give us some proper and natural introduction." Samael turned to the figure again, speaking with a quiet authority. "Identify yourself."

The construct shifted, head tilting slightly as if something aligned internally. When it spoke, its voice was similar to Samael’s, but threaded with a gentler, more mechanical tone.

Especially since Kivas was still held in its arms.

"I am a Divine Construct," it said. "A system extension formed from the Genesis Core. You, Samael, are the Divine Hive. I exist to serve, interface, and enact will within parameters defined by your spiritual architecture."

Samael’s gaze narrowed. "So this is the Genesis Core’s work."

The construct inclined its head. "The Genesis Core has finished establishing foundational resonance. Your status has evolved. You are now a Divine Hive."

"And that means?"

"You are the central axis of a distributed divine network. Divine Constructs like me are extensions, shaped by your conceptual schema. I am the first of many. Limbo Tier, as I call myself, and there will be more variation to come."

"Limbo Tier," Samael repeated, testing the phrase on her tongue. "How many tiers are there?"

"That depends on the attunement progression," the construct said. "The more aligned you become with your Genesis Core, the more complex and potent the Constructs you may produce. Each is uniquely defined, shaped from pieces of your legacy, your experience, and your metaphysical weight."

Samael took a moment to process. "Is there a cost?"

The construct’s eyes dimmed briefly, then flared. "Yes. As a Divine Hive appointed through Genesis convergence, your fate has become aligned with the Celestial Avatar’s trajectory." It turned its gaze to Kivas, still resting within its arms. "Her path defines yours. You will converge with her future, just like how she brought you along to the past."

"So Samael returned along with me is the result of the Genesis Core..." Kivas muttered.

Samael scoffed quietly. "That’s barely a cost."

"I thought that too." The construct’s tone shifted, almost amused. "There is barely any conflict of interest."

A slight smile ghosted across Samael’s lips. "You’re an attentive one. To think that a Divine Construct can be this wise and tasteful."

"As expected of the schema of my creation, you too possess a great wisdom to immediately find use of us, analyzing our whole beings without a single mistake."

Kivas narrowed her eyes. "I feel like I’m watching someone giving compliments to the mirror."

The construct turned toward Kivas again. "I am a unique mind, defined by the parameters of my Hive. I possess agency and perspective. My thoughts, however, are routed to the Divine Hive. We share perception and goals. But I am not a puppet."

"So you’re like a clone," Kivas said. "An independent version tethered by shared cognition. Not a husk, per say. Just shared."

"Correct," the construct answered.

"Can you make another one?" Kivas casually asked Samael, gesturing her index.

Samael raised her hand again, drawing in a shallow breath. "Let’s find out."

A new shimmer arced across her palm, twisting upward in a spiral of flickering ash. Another form took shape—same height, same featureless face, same crown of half-broken horns. It solidified in seconds, standing silently beside the first.

The two of them didn’t seem to have anything to say to one another, despite claiming to have personal minds of their own.

Maybe they had already conversed through telepathy, similar to how Samael and her constructs appeared to have a strong bond with one another.

Samael glanced at it, then turned back to Kivas. "Looks like I can~"

Kivas slowly stood up, carefully sliding down from the arms of the first construct, which released her without resistance.

"Out of curiosity," Samael began, "do you still have any Nightmares? Ones you haven’t defeated yet?"

Kivas shook her head. "I haven’t returned to the dream realm since we got pulled back here. I don’t even know if any of them followed me. Everything feels like a fresh start."

"That’s what I thought," Samael said. She looked at the construct. "Can you interact with the Celestial Avatar’s spiritual structures?"

"Yes," both constructs answered in unison, before one of them continued the rest of their answers, "The Divine Constructs are capable of accessing connected realms through established soul-links between the Divine Hive and its Celestial Avatar. We are, after all, but an essence gifted by the Genesis Core, and the Genesis Core is appointed by none other than the Celestial Avatar."

The second construct stepped forward. "The Celestial Avatar’s soul, once linked to the Hive, allows the Hive to command the Constructs to enter the dream layer she occupies. When she dreams, we can go with her and help her harvest."

"It won’t interfere with attribute inheritance?" Samael asked.

"No," the construct confirmed. "While we can greatly interact and manipulate the outcome of the process. We are nothing but voluntary observers, extensions of a foreign soul unconnected to the link between the Nightmares and their contributors. All attribute consolidation remains solely with the Avatar."

Kivas raised her hand. "Okay, stop."

Both constructs turned toward her. "Yes?"

"I get that you’re brimming with knowledge, but you’re starting to sound exactly like Samael. Explaining everything like it’s a thesis paper just because someone asked a single question."

The constructs fell silent for a moment before one of them said something.

"I assume that a question has been bogging your mind."

"Indeed." Kivas crossed her arms, her wings fluttered. "Why do you keep calling me the Celestial Avatar anyway?"

Samael answered for them. "That’s the designation they use for Fatelings, or what it is supposed to be. But to be precise, a Celestial Avatar in their context refers to an entity that granted the Hive of their Genesis Core...

"Remember the Soulmate prompt you mentioned back then?"

"I can’t forget."

"It wasn’t just a poetic term per say. The Soulmate in question, it could refer to an entity that is compatible with the divine and complicated nature of the Genesis Core."

It was such a cruel implication, one that could destroy the light that Kivas had been clinging in her lifetime within Fathomi.

Kivas pondered upon the explanation before she sighed in dejection. Her halo dimmed in color. "To think that my soulmate merely means—a being that I can convert into some kind of host that housed a core with the ability to create a social construct, similar to the naked mole rats."

"I’m neither naked, nor am I a rat."

"That’s an analogy."

"Samael is trying to lighten the mood," said one of the constructs. "She basically meant to convey that it doesn’t matter what the purpose and meaning of the soulmate that has been applied to the two of you. What matters is how the two of you live with it."

"Right," Kivas chuckled in amusement. Her halo regained its hue. "To think that I can get annoyed by it."

"It just means that you care," Samael closed the gap between her and Kivas, took the hand of the troubled angel, and then rubbed her cheek to the back of it, all while maintaining a calm and intimate gaze. "I have compromised to tie myself with you, it doesn’t matter now that the meaning of the so-called fate suddenly changes in meaning."

"I guess I’m such a worrywart~"

"Can I nibble on your fingers?"

"What."