Clock
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
The clock ticked away the seconds as the god Kronos died. Deep in the pits of Tartarus not even the god of time could understand how to moments could stretch this long. All he could do was wonder how in olympus his very own children had managed to destroy him. It wore at him like the pain that sunk into his many detached limbs that lay scattered at the bottom of the hellish pit that was his grave. He had been not only been thwarted, but by his own children, his own kin, of all people. If there were any higher gods above them – which he doubted – they were cruel. The clock ticked dangerously as the titan drew his last breath.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock
