CHAPTER 2

THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL

(suggested song for the chapter: devils never cry. Devil may cry 3 ost By capcom)

It was the cold December of 1912. But it didn't matter. Because in this hell , time didn't matter . In this hell weather didn't matter. This hell called tartarus.

The hollow darkness carried an ear piercing silence through this hell. It was as if the creatures of the dark knew. Something was wrong. Something was going to go wrong. And in this ear piercing silence he sat, on his golden throne.
His left hand open , hovering over the remains of a dead hell hound. He would wave his hand, occasionally, make the remains grow its muscles and fur back. Then turn it from an old withered beast to a young one. And then slowly to an infant before it would almost disappear into nothingness. He would stop it there. And then with a wave of his hand again make it grow from a young beast to old to again a pile of bones.
His right hand was open too. But empty and it faced the sky., though there wasn't one. Only red clouds of vaporised monster and immortal blood which hid the more horrifying things of this hell. His right hand would occasionally heat up the air around it and turn it into gold or silver or diamond or a sword . But rather repeatedly it would form a massive scythe , which would come out of his own flesh and blood and then evaporate and become a part of the red cloud above.
This was his power. Time and space. He controlled them. He WAS TIME AND SPACE HIMSELF . That's what he was. That's who he was.

It took him a thousand years to reform a body. A thousand more to gain consciousness . And another thousand to prepare. Prepare for what you may ask? Escape. From this wretched hell hole. From this cruel being of nothingness. From tartarus himself.

The silence was broken by the echo of a being's walk. The sound reverberated through the endless terrain of tartarus. Making demons howl in terror of what was going to happen. It was time. He knew.
He took in a deep breath as he prepared to talk to this visitor of tartarus. The smell of blood and sulphur did not ease or pleas him. It only made him more determined . To escape. The man slowly came into his view.
"Prometheus ! what news do you bear?" he asked , hoping to hear the answer he had been waiting for a century.

"its time my lord. " replied Prometheus with a deep bow.
"now now old friend . there is no such need to bow to the likes of me" he said, With a grief stricken voice. "i have done enough wrong deeds in the forward flow of time that it earned me this hell. cut up by my own children. Hated . blinded by pride and lust for power. Driven astray by my own mother. I have repented enough for three thousand years. Now, i just want to be forgiven. I just want to be free. I want to make every thing right. "

"i understand my lord. But those 'mighty'olympians might not bear the same sentiment. There might be a new great war. I have forseen this. And you , milord will pay the heaviest price. This too i have forseen."

"i know what you mean Prometheus . i have seen it too. But fate cannot be changed or challenged . even by me. I have to follow this world's flow of time. I cannot go against the creator. Or if he may wish so. Space and time wont exist in this world anymore. You know what i mean."

"yes milord. Any how. I have found it . the means of your freedom from the shackles of tartarus. The gate of eleutheria. It decends every year for but a second to this world milord. But time is not a problem for you. And beings like me, who aren't bound to this hell can come and go freely."

"then lets make our move Prometheus . to the upper world. To earth. I want to see what you have described to me in great detail about the middle realm. "

The titan lord rose from his thrown of glowing gold and stopped all time and space. It would leave even him drained for a couple of minutes. For immortals were nothing but energy too. But not infinite energy. Only infinitely replenishable. And too required some form of rest.

He walked to the frozen gate of eleutheria. A feat otherwise impossible for any other being than the being of time. A being who was time.

As he steeped in the gate he braced himself. For the most tortures year of his entire existence. For he had seen what was to come. But it didn't mean he was ready to accept it. He will fight as he must. For there was no way.
And so stepped out, the titan lord , the lord of time , Kronos into the mortal world with Prometheus by his side . On the night of a chilly December of 1912. He breathed in the air . fresh he thought. Thats what the air was. His skin felt prickled by the cold. This sensation. He would saver it for the next few millennia . Cause his trip away from hell was going to be a short one. One of only that of a measly one year.

But he was not ready to accept it easily. Not without a fight. He had served his time if repentence. He had served his time for his crimes. And who would know the value of time better than time itself. He looked around into the far distance as time and space stayed still yet. This naive unaware world. A world which didn't know. That even though for a short time. He was free. Kronos was finally, after three thousand years, Free.