The World's most Overpowered Side-Character

Chapter 127: Goddess of Balance.

It was a long night; a sleepless night.

Despite being in captivity for such a long time Gadriel and Gabriell had never heard the sounds coming from Ikaris come from anyone else, even if they tried to rest in these comfortable beds all they could hear were her moans and screams.

"My shackles are broken and my power restored, and yet..." Gadriel stood by the door staring at Sol who was comfortably sitting in a chair with Ikaris in his lap on a random porch eating a cookie while he sipped tea, she believed they'd die with the wild all-nighter but she was shocked to see Sol first, and then Ikaris joined him an hour later while Arla and the surviving girl brought them breakfast.

"I am exhausted and I was not even a part of their lovemaking." Gabriell sighed, resting on the door and staring with her sister.

"Okay, you've had your fun now, it's time to start talking." Sol pulled Ikaris onto his chest and sighed as she leaned on him and turned, cuddling and sticking her cooking in his mouth.

"It is not a long story, but I missed you terribly so I took advantage of our arousal to wash away all the pain I felt." She explained in a very humble voice while her sigils pulsed from his hand slowly sliding across her exposed leg.

"It's okay, I did the same so don't worry about it." Sol finished chewing and then opened his mouth when she took another cookie from the plate next to her and fed it to him after taking a small bite.

"Ikaris," She gestured to herself, speaking in the third person. "Ikaris is more than just a name, it is a thought, a meaning that formed before the name even was even conceived, all I did was inherit the title, and the memories of the one before me."

"I don't follow," Sol released his tea when she gently pried it from his hands and sipped it with a deep sigh. "Who did you inherit your name from, I thought gods didn't have parents." He stared at her sigils respond to her beating heart.

"Technically, as you would have figured by now, Many of the older gods are by definition children of the first three who shattered their essence across the cosmos to avoid annihilation." She looked at him as she sipped again.

"Go on, and you're one of those first gods, one who inherited a name?" He asked, and she nodded and sat forward with a suddenly serious expression; a dark one.

"I remember everything, everything that happened to them, everything that monster did, the power he wielded, I remember it as if it happened to me personally, it was so painful to be torn apart like that." She confessed, and Sol's eyes narrowed as he thought.

"Then you?" His narrowed eyes widened.

"I am that Ikaris, when my consciousness was shattered throughout the many different universes, it gave birth to billions...

Trillions of new consciousnesses that shared some kind of hive mind which would sever as the multiverse closed its doors and hid us from each other, I was one, and then I was many, and then I was one again, but this time I was alone." She looked around at him, and he returned a shocked expression.

"Ikaris is the memory of the youngest and most powerful of the three first deities, I am the whole memory of the Goddess of Balance, the daughter of primordial light and dark; the third consciousness." She looked down at his hand that had stopped moving and lightly hovered above her leg. "I had hoped to keep this a secret, but you asked, and I would never disobey you, my love."

"So then you knew the first Godslayer?" Sol asked, and she looked up at him surprised that this was what bothered him first.

"...yes."

"Did you know I would become Godslayer?" He questioned again and she seemed to hesitate.

"With all my memories intact and functional, I saw the possibility that you could if I nurtured you, but I never planned to, all I cared about was Atla, and after you saved my home, the feelings I had toward you exploded into servitude, I -"

"So you knew what I could become." Sol's expression slowly dropped until his eyes were narrowed again. "Ikaris."

"I promise, it was never my intention to lie, when I sensed the strength of your soul I only intended to ask your help in saving Atla, that is all!" She placed the empty cup to the side and held on to his cheeks with both her hands. "This is the truth, I swear it, I had long given up on this useless fight." She pressed her forehead against his and kissed him, though he was unresponsive.

"Have... Have I offended you, master?" She quickly reverted to her subservient ways when she sensed the turmoil in his heart.

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"Hold on, so you're the god of balance."

"Goddess," She corrected him quickly. "Since my conception, I have held this same appearance, even before I was shattered."

"This is wild." Sol chuckled and placed his hand over his eyes. "I knew you were special, but this is unbelievable, I'm not mad or anything, I'm just in disbelief." He raised his hand to stare at her worried expression slowly ease at his reassurance.

"You are not upset?" She asked, furrowing her brows. "You do not think I am... old?" She stared at him. "Even the other gods treat me as their elder or senior, some even call me progenitor; my age cannot be counted in years, it is almost as old as time..."

"Correction," Sol held his fingers to her lips and smiled.

"Your mind is old, your memory is old, but that is all there is to it, to me you are young, your body is young, you have no experience in anything at all Ikaris, you lost your virginity to me just months ago." He raised a brow as her cheeks turned red and she hid her face with her hands. "You don't look old, and with all the knowledge you have you don't act old either, I can't be mad at you."

"Ha ha," Ikaris laughed awkwardly. "I mean... are you certain?" She asked again still unsure of his response, but Sol quieted her doubt when he pulled her closer again and rested held her head against his neck, kissing her forehead as he watched the sun rising.

"I am certain that you are the love of my life, it honestly wouldn't have mattered to me if you did look a bit older, I was always attracted to you but I also knew that I didn't fall in love with your beauty." He rested his hand on her side and slid his fingers across her womb, kissing her again when she balled up on top of him and began crying.

"I love you for your purity, your enthusiasm about life, your innocence, the efforts and lengths you have gone through for my sake are beyond anything I could ever achieve or try to accomplish, I fell in love with the person you are, I honestly don't give a fuck about most of anything else." Sol chuckled and raised her chin so he could look her in her eyes.

"I thought you would dislike me once I told you."

"Are you crazy?" He scoffed. "You are my peace, Ikaris, the only place I can be at ease is in your embrace..." He stopped and sat forward staring at her left hand. "Where's your ring?"

"Ah!" Ikaris arose, staring at his hand at the ring she hadadenin return and exchanged with him still boldly on his finger. "When I was captured, I hid it, luckily so because everything I had on my person was taken from me." She admitted, opening her palm and causing an eye to open in her opened palm.

"What the-" Sol stared as the purplish magic inside of the eye pushed out the ring in perfect condition, down to the galaxies inside of it.

"I feared losing it, it is my most precious possession after all, so I hid it in the deepest depths my soul." She placed it in his grasp and slightly raised her hand, watching him slide it back on her finger again with the same goofy smile she did the first time.

"You're already up, I could swear the two of you would be sleeping after all that noise..." Dina came and stopped when she realised she'd interrupted a moment between them. "Sorry I can come back later."

"Dina," Ikaris sat up and stared at her. "I have a bold question to ask, and I need your full honesty."

"My honesty?" Dina repeated, clearing her throat and walking up the wooden stairs to the porch, sitting on the edge of a similar chair on the opposite side facing them. "Okay, is everything alright?" She asked.

"Everything is great, but I have been thinking about it ever since we were dragged here." She stared at Dina.

"...Right."

"Here, I am mortal, there is no coming back from getting mortally wounded by a demon-god, they are out natural enemies, and a war is bound to break out between us as they resist."

"I've been thinking the same." Dina nodded.

"So, what I wanted to ask was; if I ended up falling in the future, if I died... Would you-"

"No." Dina answered before Ikaris even finished.