The Bla(n)ck Canvas

Thanatos had found an heir and lost him. His rage was unbearable to see, worse yet to feel. Eons were completely deleted from the flux of time, worlds collided into one another, gods were vanished in a heartbeat, and yet, his anger was unappeasable. He had lost what he had been looking for since the beginning of his quest. A man who could truly control time without being pray to remorse or guilt. He smashed thousands of his clones, disintegrated hundreds of his servants and yet, he still had the power to be angry. His immortal carcass had been failing him completely for the last couple of days. He had seen this man, his heir, walk through his empty halls framed with thousands of millions of cogs, with the power of infinity within his ruling chamber, and yet, he had told him “no”.

Thanatos went back to his dreadful artifice, and caressed the precious memories than still made him tick. While doing so, out of the blue, a man became the subject of his attention. The son of his heir. With big, brown eyes that echoed a glance of both brilliance and lunacy, a wide array of tools in a second-hand cloak and a completely unfashionable combination of accessories around his neck, face and arms, he knew immediately that the sins of the father had been passed down to the son. His name was Edwyn, and he was also obsessed with time.

Thanatos rage subdued. With a very calm demeanor, Thanatos started to go back and forth in the wheel of time assessing this young man’s future. He has always been cynical, introverted, and carelessly willful. He had no one to call a friend, and no one to call a mother. She had fled when his father had warped through time, apparently, and his father was now so busy with impeding him, Thanatos, of actually having a successor, that he had forgotten about his son almost completely. A lonely orphan, for all that mattered, with a knack for power and an obsession with time. Thanatos glared at him for what seemed forever. In this boy’s eyes, he had seen himself during the long past wars of his kin. He would understand. Without hesitating, Thanatos created a magical figurine and put him aside as he once again resumed his duty of finding other potential candidates for an heir. This boy had given him the spark needed. That look, that grin, the way Edwyn crunched his fist as he worked with time, was all it took for Thanatos anger to collide. “Time is of essence” he said, as he rushed through the forgotten time. More than anyone, Edwyn would suffer, and in his suffering, understand. His fate was sealed.

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