"The Eternals are merely farmers in the Celestials' fields, and the Deviants are merely special strains of wheat in those fields. Eternals, Deviants, and humans alike are nothing more than food for the Celestials. The only reason you are still alive is that the Human Race's field has not yet ripened."
The Emperor casually unveiled the truth, utterly unconcerned with whether Icarus could accept it.
The blazing sunlight could not penetrate the thick linen hood. Inanna could not see the Eternal's expression, but she could guess that Icarus found this fact as hard to accept as she did. No immortal, no eternal being—not even the demigods walking the earth or the immortals created by the Celestials—would accept that they were merely food in the eyes of the Celestials. Whether out of pride or honor, Icarus instinctively denied it. After the Emperor finished speaking, the dry air over the desertified black wasteland rapidly heated up, as though some powerful force had broken free of its restraints, pierced through the air around Icarus, and lunged at the Emperor.
The Celestials fed on the souls of Sentient Beings and used stars as nests to incubate new individuals.
Of the many Celestial testing grounds in the universe, only a handful remained. Even the blue-skinned Kree who founded the Kree Empire were merely byproducts left behind after the Celestials harvested the experimental results. Their genetic potential was far inferior to the first generation of experimental species the Celestials had created on Planet Hala, the Kree Empire's homeworld—the Kree Eternals.
Using the genetic templates of local Sentient Beings, forging Eternals and Deviants from vast quantities of local sentient souls and flesh, using the Eternals to maintain the testing ground, using the Deviants to observe the degree of genetic mutation, and selecting suitable templates as specimens for