"Hey guys! It's been a while."
Kranos raised a hand and waved casually at the shadowy figures gathered before him, a bright, almost carefree smile stretching across his face.
"What do you want, Kranos?"
The response came immediately, sharp and cold.
Gods rarely got along with one another. Even after being sealed, their interactions had only shifted from outright hostility to reluctant tolerance—and even that was a stretch. The only reason they bothered entertaining Kranos at all was because he kept showing up.
He was known as the God of Time, but that title barely captured the extent of his nature. The chaos he caused, the disruptions he left in his wake—it was enough to rival the very concept of mischief itself.
And not all of it had been harmless.
That, combined with the fact that he was one of the strongest and most difficult gods to kill, made him particularly irritating to deal with.
