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Prologue: The Plan
A man stood on a balcony jutting out of the cliff. Grey water lapped slowly, almost too slowly, below it. The man himself was wearing a robe, his face being covered by the shadow of the hood. He stood there for a few seconds, then retreated into the darkened room behind him, and pulled his hood down. His face, was to say, literally ageless. His face kept on shifting into a young man, a weary adult, and an old man. The only discernible relationship was that they had gray hair and deep, knowledgeable eyes. He approached a glass bowl filled to the brim with water, events flashing through it. He mentally called Thanatos, and at once the room visibly darkened and the temperature decreased to just a few low degrees Celsius.
A being made out of shadows seem to come beside Thanatos, his head bowed. "Yes, my lord?" Chronos waved his hand, stating, "There is no need for such formalities, old friend." Thanatos lifted his head, allowing the few rays of light to hit his face. He had a skull for a head, with glowing, red eyes that seemed to emanate despair and everything deathly. Chronos nodded. "I will be hosting this little...event of mine, and I need you to kill anyone in the room." Thanatos had some questions, but knew it would not be answered. He nodded. "Of course. Anything else?"
"Call Somnus."
"The Roman form? Why? You usually call Greek-"
Chronos looked at him, his gray eyes seem to looking in his soul, if he had one. "That was an order, not a question, Thanatos." Thanatos visibly shrank back, and nodded. He dissolved into shadows and the room returned to normal. Chronos smiled thinly, but it did not seem to reach his eyes. "Let the games begin."
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