The Earth After Rebirth

"But she’s...she’s..." The words didn’t want to leave his lips. He didn’t want to say it, saying it would only make it more true.

"Your predecessor, yes. Everyone has at least one bad apple within their bloodline. It’s life."

"But she doesn’t have a power? Shouldn’t she be in Sanctau—Africa already?" He was utterly surprised. Out of everything he’d seen, this turn of events was something completely out of his predictions.

"She only pretended to not. She’s a very powerful mind manipulator. With her and Blakeson, summoning the ancient one made it easy." Chronos explained, a little disappointed that he didn’t catch it.

"Why, why are you showing me this?"

"If you think it’s because of Isaac, it’s not. I’m not trying to teach you to be humble here we are way passed that, this is a lesson, a lesson that anything can come from anywhere. Always be prepared for the impossible. Always calculate 50 different contingencies, be ahead of them."

Kiro wanted to scream, he wanted to cry and curse his ancestor out. But it wouldn’t matter, they couldn’t hear him. He was shaking with anger, unbelieving that his and Isaac’s ancestor were responsible for almost ending the world.

While his other predecessor was on the other side fighting to keep their world safe. He didn’t understand how people this different could’ve ended up married with children.

With their hoodies off, most there were clearly scared including Blakeson. But not her, she had a crazed look, smiling like a maniac. Bowing with her hand comfortably on her right breast.

The being before them looked at the servants satisfied. His eyes fell onto her, then he looked at Kiro once again.

He suddenly disappeared from where he stood, appearing right where the cave and them separated. He touched the invisible wall, the only thing that could describe its eyes, its demeanor was evil.

If Kiro didn’t believe in the devil before, he did now. As he fell on his butt, shaken by the sudden appearance of the devil.

"C-can he?" He stuttered.

"Yes. Yes he can. But don’t be alarmed, as long as you don’t enter his domain, you are safe."

’Safe?’ His heart was threatening to leave his body, causing it to shrivel up and die in the process.

"Always watching, come play with us?" It said in a sad mock voice.

This was just how dangerous gods were. Their memories could interact with unknown people like the two intruders.

Chronos put his finger on his lips, "don’t answer him back, it’ll make it easier for him to come over here if you converse. We don’t want that. He may be a memory but those can be deadly too."

"Easier? He can come anyway?" Kiro was very confused by his choice of words.

"Yes and no? Just don’t succumb, better yet, close your eyes."

But it was too late, Kiro had peeked into its graveyard of eyes. He was immediately pulled into its abyss of death.

There was nothing in them, nothing but torture, death and insanity. Kiro was this close to losing his sanity, if he hadn’t seen his fair share of gory and death. If he hadn’t killed anyone before, this would’ve been over for him.

He only dipped his toes, but the ocean took him to the middle of it. Every time he tried to swim away, he swam in circles, coming back to its centre. It was a frightening experience, the waves kept his head underneath.

He fought hard to stay afloat, he knew that if he let himself be taken here. He’ll never return to his world. With Chronos dying, he wasn’t sure he had enough time to find someone else to show this to.

He felt something hold him by the scruff of the neck and pulling him away from the depths of the eyes he was embarrassingly drowning in.

When he came to he was on the ground, shaking, as if he were really out at sea, lost with nothing but his body to try and get out.

"What the hell, was that?" He asked between cluttering teeth.

"Something really dangerous, if you ever encounter them, don’t look them in the eye. As you are now, you’re not strong enough."

"Thanks for telling me after I almost died." He said begrudgingly.

Chronos just flat out laughed at him. This would serve as a good experience. A scar that would follow him wherever he went, something that would enforce him to ensure the destruction of Harbingers in Asgard.

"That was the fucking worst." He said attempting to get up and surprisingly managing to. "What was that, seriously, it felt like being swallowed by an ocean the size of the entire universe."

"It’s a technique privy only to the most high, even I don’t know how it works. It’s basically your mental fortitude against another’s, you’re trying to rob them of their sanity, to conquer them. It’s a hard concept. Even for me." He shrugged.

Kiro thought back to Kaos, how it basically tried to steal his sanity away. This was very similar, maybe if he could test it out?

"It’s just like Kaos!" He exclaimed happily.

Chronos looked at him like he was crazy.

"What?"

"Don’t you get it, you made Asgard right, you also must’ve made the Underworld. Hubris’ home, home of the energy Kaos."

Chronos didn’t have it in him to tell Kiro that, that wasn’t his doing. Hubris was much of a surprise for him, as he was for everyone else. His system didn’t detect this Kaos either.

"Mm. Yeah. Sure. We need to go back." He tried stirring the conversation in a different direction. Maybe this Kaos bit was something his Lord planned, slumbering as he was.

He had yet to agree but the world around them was already warped. They were in the middle of the street, black blood stained the asphalt road.

Humans were in a festive mood, happy and unaware of the storm that was soon approaching.

"We did great following you sir, you’ve lead us to an overwhelming victory!" One kid said, he didn’t look to be older than 21.

"No Matthew, we did this all of us. I’m proud to have taken the leading position." Percival patted the kid on the shoulder.

Matthew meant to say something snarky but instead, spat a mouthful of blood.