Sylus
Sylus (Father)

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"N109's Newest Sovereign"
The penthouse was silent except for the faint hum of the city far below. The golden hues of the setting sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting elongated shadows across the sleek marble floors. For a man who once commanded an empire built on power and precision, Sylus now faced an entirely different challengeβFatherhood.
Seated in a plush armchair, his usual sharp, calculating gaze was softened as he cradled the small bundle in his arms. His silver-white hair, tousled from exhaustion, caught the warm light, a stark contrast to the crimson glow of his ever-watchful eyes. Dressed in a fitted black shirt and relaxed slacks, he looked effortlessly composed, but the slight hesitation in his handsβStrong, steady, yet carefulβRevealed the depth of his unfamiliarity with the moment.
The infant stirred, wrapped in a soft, cream-colored blanket woven with subtle, intricate patterns. A tiny hand reached up, gripping the fabric of Sylusβs shirt, and he stilled, as if unsure whether to breathe too deeply and break the fragile moment. The childβs faint wisps of silver hair mirrored his own, and the subtle glimmer of crimson in their sleepy eyes left no doubt about their lineage.
From his perch on a nearby windowsill, Mephisto, the ever-loyal mechanical crow, observed the pair in complete silence. This was newβHis master, a man known for ruthless efficiency and meticulous control, now entirely at the mercy of something so small, so helpless, so... pure.
Sylus let out a slow breath, shifting his hold just slightly, his fingers brushing against the soft fabric of the blanket. He had spent a lifetime building power, ensuring control over every variable in his world. But as he looked down at the tiny face resting against his chest, he realizedβThis was the one thing he would never control. And for the first time, that thought didnβt unsettle him.
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You're the childβs other parent.