Thud!

Just as Aurora took out her sword playfully, it suddenly became so heavy that it fell from her grasp and landed on the marble floor with a force that shattered the stone.

"W-What…" Aurora looked back up at Sylvester's smirking face. "You control gravity?"

"And much more." Sylvester revealed and made his 'daughters' step back so he could greet the rest of the Guardians and Council members. He looked at the tall Inquisitor High Lord. "Back with the visor?"

The big, imposing man shook his head and removed the red visor, laying bare his burned face. "Your Holiness taught me to accept my present, so how can I falter? This is only for the court or when I stand before Solis' altar."

Sylvester nodded in silence and rose in the air without moving a single muscle. Vertically, his height reached the Lord Inquisitor's so they stood face to face. There was no need for words as he spoke to the man right into his thoughts.

'Beauty of hearts matters, not matters the face. Be strong, my friend, this isn't your end place… Year 5100, 89th day, seek the boy of the miracle in the South, You'll know when holy sermons come from his mouth.' Sylvester sang him the entire hymn that he once sang to him when the man was a mere boy; scared, lost in the forest, and abandoned. 'You and I have a connection that goes centuries, my friend.'

Sylvester raised his right hand and held it in front of Inquisitor High Lord's face. He had the power to end and create anything out of nothing now. He was the law that ran their reality. But, he still couldn't misuse the power. So, at best he could bring some cosmetic changes.

"No more masks."

Sylvester landed back on the floor and stepped back a little. He looked at the handsome, normal face of Lord Inquisitor. That was how he would have looked if not for the extreme fire affinity.

Lord Inquisitor felt the change and quickly removed his thick gauntlets. He looked down at his hand first, clean and unburnt. Then he touched his own face, feeling the nose that had been gone for centuries.

"Old man Hendrix is going to be jealous of you now. You're a better healer than him." Felix joked and looked at the old man who was married to an elf. He ignored the glaring eyes and continued. "But truly, I didn't expect Lord Inquisitor to be this handsome."

"Well of course, whose father is he?" Aurora boasted. So what if she was adopted? The old man was her Pop.

"H-Holy Sovereign." Lord Inquisitor looked at Sylvester. He had already realized who this golden-haired man was. The hymn spoken into his mind was exactly the same as once sung to him by Solis. The god he had devoted his whole life to was right before him. How could he not?

Thud!

Lord Inquisitor fell to his knees and clasped his hands together. Centuries long fanatic worship had finally been responded to. "Your servant pays respect. What must I do now? Please direct."

Sylvester sighed despite having no lungs. He looked at the faces around him and shook his head. "Live honestly and respectfully. Do no wrong, and allow no wrong. No more wars are awaiting this world. Only societal wounds that need to be healed."

"I shall now go and pay my respects at Sir Dolorem's remembrance tomb," Sylvester said and stepped away from them. "Tonight, I invite all of you to my home for dinner. There are matters to discuss concerning the future of this world. Felix, Gab—follow me."

"Sure." Felix followed right away.

Gabriel first ordered the Guardians and the Council that had gathered to return to their work. He was truly the Pope.

But, even after the three had left, the crowd remained there.

"How does he know about Sir Dolorem's remembrance tomb?" Aurora asked them. "He wasn't here when we made it."

Lord Inquisitor dismissed her curiosity. "Much has altered, yet nothing is different. Holy Sovereign is munificent, it is we who are ignorant."

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"So, you're Solis?" Felix exclaimed, jumping back to his feet while the others stayed seated on the soft grass right beside Sir Dolorem's statue. For a smoother reading experience, visit MV&LEMPYR.

Gabriel abruptly got on his knees, clasped his hands, and started praying. "Oh, Solis, the supreme God…"

"Maxy, why are they so dumb?" Miraj asked all of a sudden, annoying the two men. After all, to Miraj, the concept of god and whatnot didn't matter. Maxy was Maxy to him, no matter how strong he became. "What is God?"

"Just a very powerful being," Sylvester replied.

"Blasphemy!" Gabriel shouted. "Solis is noble! Solis is above all beings! Solis is the creator of all."

At that, Sylvester scratched his face and nodded. "If that makes me the god, then I am the god. But if that's the case, what were Aveda and Ashraska? They were the supreme beings before I became strong enough to defeat them."

"They were the demon equivalent of Solis."

Sylvester agreed with that assessment. Gabriel was the right choice for the Pope. A man who was fanatically devoted to Solis, but at the same time logical enough to not be blind.

Still shocked, Felix sat down again and silently stared at Sylvester's face. "Why didn't you tell us all this time?"

"Because I wasn't aware. I was born a mortal in this world, but it was my destiny that guided me to this point. Solis is, was, and will be omniscient and all-present, but it was not my time to inherit that status until now. It's complex and hard to understand." Sylvester still had no clue what even started the whole cycle of Solis. After all, there had to be a starting point. A reason why his soul was reincarnated. "Perhaps, this is the culmination of my two lives."

"Two? You mean, as Solis and Sylvester?"

'It doesn't matter anymore. They ought to know.'

"No, I meant two mortal lives. Before I was born in this world, I lived in another reality—Johnathan King Westerling was my name. I was a spy, I fell in love, I faced sorrow, betrayal, and retribution before I grew old and fell—Before I opened my eyes in this world."

"Wait!" Felix shouted. "Does that mean… you chose to be born to Mother Xavia?"

Sylvester shook his head. "It was natural. In fact, her fate was to miscarry her child. There's a reason why children between an elf and a human are so rare. Especially in cases where the human is the woman. She was going to give birth to a stillborn corpse that wouldn't have even resembled anything human—a mangled, black blob—But somehow, I arrived in her womb. When I opened my eyes for the first time, I saw the most beautiful face in my two lives."

Being omniscient, Sylvester had already found how life would have turned out for Xavia if he hadn't been born to her. She was already on the run when she arrived at Deserte village to find refuge. She was already a broken woman, scared, and paranoid, with the only thing keeping her alive being her desire to give birth to the life in her womb.

If Sylvester hadn't been born, Xavia would have died in childbirth. In case she was to survive, she'd have fallen into the traps of the village chief. If she had refused the village chief, she'd have been truly burned on a pyre as a witch, for birthing a true demon—that black blob.

"Mother Xavia lives because I was born to her. I live because she gave birth to me," Sylvester warmly muttered. "But don't tell her anything about this. She's been through enough already, let her be happy."

"I'd rather kill myself before I say anything," Felix blurted and continued with interest. Being friends with THE god meant that he could get the answer to all his questions. "By the way, what's the other world like?"

Sylvester had already seen it with his abilities. "It's doing well. But it's so far from here in the dark cosmos that they don't concern you, nor do you concern them. The universe is filled with life—I see all."

"And you're the god to all?" Gabriel excitedly asked.

Sylvester shrugged. "I'm the god to you, but to them, I don't exist. I'm merely the law that governs reality, its past, and its future."

"So, you're like a quill? That writes fate?" Felix inquired.

"No, I'm the paper that holds everyone's fate. I don't write anything, I only allow the writing to happen. I don't push for anything to happen, I merely facilitate nature to flow. If I'm gone, nothing exists." What Sylvester revealed was perhaps a truth; a fact that would take the two men whole lifetimes to understand. "Sylvester has wishes, desires, and feelings—Solis has nothing."

Digesting his words, the two fell silent. The spring breeze was utterly soothing, and the grand statue of Sir Dolorem provided some shadow over them. For Sylvester, nothing felt new, old, or unattainable. For Felix and Gabriel, everything felt like a dream.

"Let's go. Can't have Mum cook all by herself." Sylvester got up and started walking away after giving a small wave to Sir Dolorem's statue. "I wish to stay beside her for the rest of the journey."

"Wait, Sylvester!" Felix came running and walked beside him, his voice excited. "Since you're the 'God' god, does that mean you can do anything at will? Like, changing things?"

"No, Felix. I won't enlarge your penis." Sylvester seriously denied it before Felix could say it. "Yes, I'm omniscient."

Bam!

Gabriel slammed the golden sigil locket of the Church onto Felix's head. "Oh, Solis, forgive this foolish man for he has sinned."

Sylvester chuckled and smirked mischievously. "But that doesn't mean I can't take something away."

"What do you m—" Felix's eyes shot open wide, horrified. He ignored Gabriel being his usual fanatic and loosened his pants. He looked inside and almost fainted. "M-My… N-No! You took it away! There's nothing!! It's all smooth!?"

"Serves you right, heathen!" Gabriel cursed and rushed to walk beside Sylvester.