The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

"We've... lost track of him, Sir," Cecelia rested her hands on in her lap, while he paced around in the cockpit biting his nails.

"Of course, we did, if his kind were easy to find and capture we'd never need to go through such great lengths; them and the Vatui are perfect at blending in -he might as well have turned into the wind!" Victor snapped at her and clenched jaws with a distressed expression.

"Even at death's door, the only thing that bastard could think of was fighting, he didn't retreat at all he did it because he had her to protect," The general sat and rubbed his forehead after feeling a pang of pain. "He took an entire collective with him, was that even possible, has anyone ever done something like that before?" He looked up at Cecelia and she stared in her lap again.

"Before I betrayed my people and joined the Emporium, there was a popular legend of ancient Godslayers capable of rending entire collectives apart," Cecelia began.

"You have never mentioned anything like this to me before," Victor raised his gaze at her.

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"Sir, you see me as nothing more than a weapon on the days when your mood is best, it wouldn't have made a difference to you who only see Vatui and Godslayer kind as resource."

"...fair enough,"

From one system to another, from one galaxy to the next, breaking through multiple barriers and venturing deeper into the Khalla-Nova Collective Sol leapt and kept moving using the reserves he had sparingly and leaving no evidence of his presence behind.

"When these Godslayers were pushed to extreme lengths they could do unbelievable things -in fact, the great war before my time was said to have ended because of one Godslayer laying waste to both sides, but I always believed it was a mere children's story, a fantastical lie to entertain us,"

"And now, do you still think this is a children's story, Cecelia, when we have all seen him move an impossible mass and then steal it from its place, do you think he could be such a being?"

"I... Don't know, even if he is strong, I am stronger, there are many others who are stronger than myself who didn't die in the war and are still unaccounted for, from both Vatui and Godslayer sides, Ikaris is the first contact we have had with Vatui nobility since their disappearance."

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Far in a remote system where the Emporium had yet to invade inside of the Khalla-Nova Collective, Sol appeared in the atmosphere of a sentient and habitable planet bustling with life, crashed through the clouds like a meteor from deep space and decimated an entire forest upon entry causing a ditch several miles long as the land served as brakes when he failed to stop himself, but even with all the destruction he had caused and how weakened he had become, by the time the locals could make it to his location he was long gone.

Thousands of miles away he finally stopped moving, coming to a halt beneath a large tree reselling redwood and slumping against it with a sigh, looking at his severed hand and thinking about everything he had been through in the last day. "Unforgivable," he mumbled.

"Absolutely unforgivable, I'll never let go of this grudge!" He placed his hand against his chest and extended his stump of a hand, using the most basic mana to restore it before falling unconscious.

Time passed, it was unclear how much time but when his eyes opened again he was not in the forest, he was not in a clinic or hospital either, it was a bedroom, sitting next to the bed was Ikaris with a sleeping child in her lap as she hummed a familiar tune, and further away Arla was stirring away over a pot and slightly sweating, visibly exhausted.

"..."

He blinked several more times and then raised his hand and rubbed his eyes causing the entire room to go static. "Arla, Ikaris, what's going on, where are we?" He asked.

"Master!" Arla exclaimed dropping the spoon she had been using, running to the side of the bed and falling to her knees, she was dressed as a commoner and these clothes were most definitely not modern, in fact, they seemed even more dated than Arkadian fashion. "Master!" Arla cried out again and took his hand hugging it to her cheek. "You're awake..." She smiled and wept at the same time.

"Welcome back, master." Alpha greeted him with a bow, and Sol took a moment to gather his thoughts before he rested his hand on Arla's head and looked at Ikaris when she stood, she didn't seem her usual self, there was an air of seriousness to her that he hadn't seen since she first introduced herself, but even more than that Sol's eye twitched and his anger began rapidly surging when he saw a mark on her cheek, the distinct mark of a handprint from being slapped.

"Who put their hand on you?" Sol tried sitting up but was attacked by a headache that caused him to slump and cradle his head in shock.

"Do you wish to hear the full story, Dear?" Ikaris asked in a calm and soft tone calming Sol down without raising a finger.

He took a deep breath, placed his hand over his left eye and shook his head in the negative when she smiled sweetly and approached him, sitting on the bed next to him and then resting the baby in his lap.

The Emporium, generals, captains, Vatui, Godslayers; everything that had happened in the last month of his life suddenly felt irrelevant the moment Sol's eyes locked on to the child in his lap, her little lips curved in a toothless smile and she raised her hand and reached for his face pinching his lip and then began laughing.

"Hi," So whispered in a soft and delicate voice causing her smile to widen when she heard him. "Hey there, do you know who I am," He raised his finger above her chest and she grabbed hold of it and began squeezing tightly.

Upon her flesh touching his flesh Sol saw his entire life flash before his eyes, every right, every wrong every little deed he had ever done, and at the end of this trip, he raised and kissed her knuckle as tears began falling. "My name is Sol," He sniffled and smiled at her. "I'm your dad," He sniffled and then broke into more silent tears biting his lips and kissing the baby's hand again.

"Don't worry, Daddy won't ever let those bad men touch you, I won't ever let them lay their mitts on your precious little self." His tone was soft but his anger was evident and it caused the baby to scrunch her nose and begin whimpering same as him. Continue reading on m|v-l'e m,p| y- r

"Master..." Arla had sobered up seeing Sol cry like that.

"She has been a joy to wake to every morning, and a blessing to fall asleep with just like her dad," Ikaris smiled and kissed Sol's cheek. "We've missed you, my love, I have missed your voice."

"How long have I been unconscious?" Sol asked.

"Two weeks," Arla answered and Sol nodded and looked down at the child again. "Did you-"

"I would never," Ikaris shook her head. "I have waited, that honour belongs to you, her father and my saviour, she is the miracle born of my womb through your blessing, our blood flows through her..." Ikaris rested her finger on the baby's forehead and her other hand on his cheek.

"Husband, my love, Sol, I present to you my greatest and most beloved creation, sired by you and blessed with your gift of unconditional love; our daughter, I beg that you bestow our firstborn with a name befitting her noble existence so that we may rejoice her birth at last." Ikaris drew closer and rested her cheek against Sol's chest and smiled at the child who stared at them both curiously.

"Then..." Sol smiled and kissed Ikaris's head. "From today onwards, I and everyone else will call you Talia, let the heavens know your name and let hell fear it, you are a gift from the aether, a blessing of light and a promise of hope; Heaven's Dew." Sol kissed her clenched fist again and watched a shimmer of light pass through her eyes as she began crying for the first time since being born.

"Talia..." Ikaris smiled. "My first, as I am eternal life, I will protect you till my dying breath and lay my soul second to yours, I will cherish and love you till the day I draw my last eternity," Ikaris began weeping above the child.

"I love you, I love you with all my heart, body and soul, don't worry you won't be alone, I hope to bring you a baby brother soon," She blushed and smiled when Sol's lips pressed on her head again. "As many little siblings as will make you happy."

"I pray your name be a blessing for your allies and judgement for your enemies." Arla smiled and rested her palm against Sol's leg staring at him and Ikaris. "My life too will be laid before you, Princess of all Heavens."

[All hail Talia Vestic, Firstborn daughter to the throne of creation.]

[A new entity has been sired at last, born from the union of the two greatest powers to ever exist]

[Long live her Highness the Princess.]