Chapter 5
Thoth was never one of the most widely held gods. He may have been the God of Magic, but that doesn't mean the mortals or the other Gods held him in high esteem. Even during the beginning of civilization Thoth rarely if ever got an offering in his name. The mortals always seemed to want the blessings of Hecate, Dionysus, or even Zeus.
Than Agrat came along. He'd admit it probably wasn't the brightest idea to fall in love with a demoness, but it wouldn't be love if you could choose who you fell for. Fate is funny that way. The others only paid attention to him at monthly group meetings, while Agrat would find any old excuse to be by his side.
She became Thoth's world. He doted on her gifts of all shapes and sizes, took her on romantic getaways, and loved her with every fiber of his being. They shared a century of perfect ness. Every day, every night was a utopia for Thoth till that fateful day Satan found out about their affair. To say he was livid was an understatement.
One day Agrat had run into Thoth's chambers bawling. "Oh he's thrown me out! His greatness said if he ever saw me again he would send me to the bowels hell to burn for eternity! Oh Thoth I have to get him back. I am nothing without my Satanpoo." And with that she left him with a kiss on the cheek.
Thoth new the only way she'd get back into Satan's favor was to destroy those pesky slayer's kids who'd been causing him so much trouble of late. He also new that Agrat was too distracted to take them on. He tried to contact her, to no avail. By the time Thoth figured out that Agrat had gone back in time it was to late. She was lost to him.
His heart, his soul, his purpose for living was gone forever. The anguish had caused him to want to end it. Unfortunately, being an immortal god kind of makes it hard to kill yourself. So for six long years Thoth searched. He searched for away to bring his beloved back to his side. Than it struck him. Agrat had the right idea to strike the twins when they were weak. Sadly she didn't plan on the older versions of themselves to find out.
Thoth had a better idea. Why not go farther back? Back before the slayer and vampire met. Back before the slayer was the slayer. Back before the vampire was a vampire. Why not go so far back that Spike was William? Kill William, and the children would never be thought of. Kill William and his darling Agrat would have no excuse to go back in time. Kill William and his lovely Agrat could stand by his side for the rest of time.
So here he was. Thoth, the God of Magick. He was preparing to destroy the time line of what once was. To do anything for his adored Agrat. To bring her back. Nothing would stand in his way. He was invincible.
The grieved God began to chant in preparation of the job he was about to commit. He would make sure that no one survived to take away the one moment of happiness he'd received in a dozen millennia. As he finished his chant, in a language older than time itself, the sun said goodbye, and Thoth said hello to the darkness.