Time

Prologue

Third person's view

A floating figure hovered over the white void as it moved about,  a screen floating mid air with the figure.  The figure seemed to be doing something important as no noise could be heard from anywhere around the room,  as if the room itself knew the importance of the situation. 

The white empty room only consisted of the figure and the screen it had, silence being emitted from every invisible wall it had. The gentle humming from the figure was the only thing breaking the silence for a few moments,  only for it to come back when the figure was done with humming.

The silence wasn't too much,  rather, it was very much appreciated.  It allowed the figure to concentrate on their work much better as this is one he would gladly want to concentrate on.

The screen gave a gentle glow as the figure's hand swiped or tapped on it,  it making small noises whenever the action was ensued.  The small screen showing a picture of something or someone,  but it was too blurry to see. It was a mystery of how the figure was able to understand the photograph.

The figure. Let's talk about it, shall we? 

The most noticeable feature about the figure was it's large wings that covered its back, feathers cleanly put together as it shuffled from time to time.  The next one to be noticed was his long blonde hair that messily fell behind him,  stopping at the small of his back.  The hair,  despite its messy appeareance, was soft to the touch,  but only few has ever touched it.  The figure owned a small ring on top of its head, a halo of some sort,  but it was broken.  It rounded around his deer like horns that nestled itself on the sides of his head, antlers pointing up proudly as it gave off a respectful aura for the deserving figure.  His hands were covered by some sort of gloves. His dark green cloak falling gracefully over his body, it being long enough to reach the ground. It served its purpose to conceal as much of the figure as possible.  The last thing that would be seen from the figure was it's masked that covered it's entire face.  It held a sort of funny face, but the cracks on it told a different story. It mirrored the figure that owned it.

The figure sighed and let his feet fall to the ground, but there was no ground,  you say?  Well,  it was invisible,  of course.  We don't question things here.

After all,  the figure itself was a god.  Try questioning that.

The God in question,  was still looking at the screen before another one popped out from beside him.  His head turned towards it as he looked, sighing as he caught sight of a certain brunet.  He seemed to be asking for him.  So, he made himself a gateway to the dimension the brunet was in and scurried in, appearing next to the shocked brunet.

The brunet stood there awkwardly for a moment,  trying to think of his words as he knew the God can be completely unreasonable with sometimes.

The god had enough of the silent and awkward atmosphere, letting his bare feet touch the soft grass they were on.

"You called for me?" The God asked,  his echoing voice was heard by the brunet in front of him,  making him flinch at the sudden statement.

"Uhm... Yes.  Yes I did,  but I wasn't expecting you to actually come." The brunet countered, looking straight into the mask's eyes.

The God only tilted his head in confusion. Had the brunet been doubting him?  He always said he'd be there for him, had he not believed that?

Hmph.  He was always skeptical after all. He should've seen this coming. 

The masked god only sighed out with his thoughts,  looking at the heterochromic man's eyes deeply.  The man wouldn't notice him staring,  right?  That would be impossible with his mask, of course. 

The brunet shifted in the God's gaze, feeling it. He may not see it,  but he can definitely feel it and that's enough to help him picture the situation.  He was unsure if the God was upset with him since it seemed like he was aware of his thought process.

A hand laid on the brown locks he had which made him look back up to the God, seeing his arm outstretched and on his head.  He tilted his head,  wondering what he did to make the God give him this sort of affection.

The God only chuckled and ruffled his hair afterwards, him being calmer than ever as his demonic thoughts kept to itself.

The brunet smiled awkwardly,  not really one for showing affection, but the God understood,  letting his hands fall back to his side and covered by his cloak.

It seemed like there was no other room for another conversation as the God suddenly excused himself.  Since there was no danger or need for him to be there,  he decided to leave to continue what he was doing earlier. 

And so,  he returned back inside his white void, hovering over the ground once more as the screen appeared in front of him again,  hands immediately swiping or tapping on it, the screen making it's measly little noises once again.

It calmed the God. The little sounds that no one would usually appreciate, he will.  He was thought to appreciate the little things, even the little moments. 

It wasn't his exact words that made him do that. It was actually from an old friend. One that made his life more brighter than it was.

A golden glint suddenly called him over as he looked down, hand clapsing on a small golden item that had it's chain wrapped around his neck. A locket.  It was given to him by the said friend.  He opened it and let a smile grace his face for a moment before closing it and moving his mask upwards placing the locket near his lips to give it a gentle kiss.

It was strange and unusual for the God before to keep something so sentimental  until today,  but this was different.  It held the only memory of his lost friend and he held that man dear to his heart.  He would always and never will he ever forget the gratitude he held for him. 

He also will never forget the love he held for him.  He was a sweet soul,  forgiving and kind.  He wouldn't be so surprised when he meets him again and the first words he'd hear from him is "I am far from upset with anyone,  why should I?"

It just sounded like him. 

The screen then started to flicker, making him tilt his head upwards to the screen again.  He mumbled something underneath his breath before gasping,  opening a small portal immediately and trotting inside,  leaving the plain white void he resided in.