Solar regarded himself as the greatest, most powerful star in the universe. The god thought this for the longest time, until the Overlord made more, and more, and more stars.

Solar saw this and began comparing himself to them. The stars, oblivious to this, continued on in their shine, finding more and more ways to combust and emit light and heat for the lesser creations of the Overlord. It made Solar furious! How dare the Overlord outshine him this way.

He decided to go the OverPlane to speak about this. Solar, after gaining court with the Overlord and his disciples, said, rather impolitely, “Oh Highest, why must you anger me in such ways? Creation more powerful stars when I am the truest and the first of all!”

The Overlord gave his child a smile, his other features unknown and hidden beneath his glory. “You wish to be powerful once again?”

“I am already so! I just wish that the rest will stay weak.” Solar lifted his fiery gaze to stare the Overlord in his face. “Give me something that will praise me for my worth, for the other stars would laugh at me than to worship.”

“So be it,” the Overlord said, rising to go to his Creation Landing, “Now go back to your place and it shall be done.”

Solar gave him a nod, dashing back through the cosmos to where he was placed above the Earth. Across from him, a sliver light started to form. It was small at first, but expanded, swirling over itself to make a circular shape. The shape grew, the bright light getting brighter than any other star that Solar had ever seen.

He gritted his teeth, thinking the Overlord had tricked him, but then the ball popped and was replaced with a dull figure. The figure was male in shape, his eyes closed, his skin ashen—a grayish white.

“Now,” Solar heard the Overlord’s words ring inside of his head, in the whole atmosphere, “give him your light.”

So Solar shined. The bright light branched off of him, heading straight towards the soul creature. When it hit him, he seemed to absorb it, growing more brighter—not as bright as Solar—and his skin shone.

Solar grinned. A creature that could only live through his power. This was a gift for for him. “Thank you, High One.”

But the Overlord was gone. Back to resting before he had to create and change more things in that universe.

The creature was looking at Solar curiously. He was stretching out his arms, admiring the way the light bent and glittered.

“We have to give you a name, don’t we?”The creature blinked, his pale eyes wide and open. Solar stroked his chin. “What should we name you? What should we— Oh!”

He pointed at the creature, who’s head snapped up in surprise, and said, voice booming, “You shall be named Tsuki, now now before me.”

Tsuki blinked, then squinted his eyes. “Bow?” He said slowly. His voice made Solar step down a bit. It sounded so soft, innocent almost.

“You know what, nevermind. You will refer to me as Master, do you understand?”

Tsuki nodded. “Yes, Master.”

Solar grinned, his light shining brighter. “Good, now first lesson of obeying me is…..”

From his resting place, the Overlord smiled, then he turned to his other creations to find ways to make them better and whole.

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_(I just finished the _Taming the Tiger_ manwha and I’m on the side stories. Omg _😭_ _Brothers without a tomorrow_ hit it where it hurts. My second favorite manwha I’ve ever read._

_Thanks for reading and have a wonderful day! Imma make Part One rn.)_