FICTION
portals towards the primordial that uncovered his
out of rage and not to escape. “I have allowed those
crime, both his faces screaming out in rage.
children to rise, to be shared in my worship!” His
Chronos rewinds himself just before the portals
head and the plates not restricted by the cogs
hit him, appearing right before the murderer of
and hands spin and shift endlessly, the transitions
the innocent boy. Placing his hand on Janus’ chest,
erratic and stuttering. “They replaced and got rid of
he slows the Roman god to a standstill, giving the
me! They need to be punished!” His voice rises in
cogs and hands time to untangle themselves from
pitch with each successive word, ending in a high
the throne and restrain the primordial mid air.
pitched screech before sagging into his bindings.
“Why?” Chronos asks as he watches his former
Chronos walks back to the door he entered
ally struggle against the restraints, his arms and legs
through, sending a message to the leaders of the
bound in a ‘T’ shape. Realizing he cannot break the
pantheons that the crime has been solved as he
bonds, Janus calms as he looks the Greek primordial
moves. As he is about to step through and return
straight in his eyes, a baleful white glow coming from
home, doors throughout the Roman primordial’s
them. A mad grin spreads on his lips and his eyes
abode open and gods of all pantheons swarm in,
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