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s Chronos steps through one of the countless
doors that fill the Lord of Transition’s
his Greek counterpart with a smile on his face.
“Oh my!” Janus exclaims in an attempt to hide the
abode he sees the Roman primordial sitting in his
dignity lost by the yelp, “You startled me my friend, but
throne with his back towards him, staring intently
it’s wonderful to see you again.” He turns the door-
at a scene that rises from the silver bowl set in the
and-key throne to make eye contact easier as Chronos
middle of the table in front of him. Not bothering to
call out for his attention, he walks down the marble
stairs that connects the door to the dais as his eyes
adjust to the soft pink light from the star cloud sky.
He holds on to the happy memory of Lady Ananke to
keep his rising anger in check, though he can’t stop
his hand from clenching tightly around his staff.
Stepping onto the dais, only a handful of feet
behind the throne that seats Janus, Chronos
slowly lifts his hand towards the one that could
have been a true friend. The anger filling the
once empty pit in his chest spikes, forcing him
to grit his teeth as he takes the last step.
“Janus,” he states in his monotonous voice as
he places his hand on the Roman god’s shoulder,
pulling a small, high-pitched yelp from the deity.
Janus’ head spins around and each individual plate
of his armor shifts for a second until the shock of
the surprise settles. He releases a sigh of relief
when he sees it’s the Lord of Time and looks at
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