【VXDX】 Oneshots

04 - The Time Traveler and The Elder God of Time

Summary:

While Hachi doesn't know he is actually the Elder God of Time Troxx, his Fated Heart does.

What's the point of being blessed to have the ability to travel through time for being the Elder God of Time's Fated Heart if he's not going to use it to be with him? No matter who his beloved God is right now, he intends to be always with him anytime, anywhere.

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Severhixan Engel Ty Ramikon, born in the year that no longer exists and would ever exist again. A once possible future of the present time is now gone. A timeline erased, removed from the flow of time. Not because of a changed past affecting the course of the future but merely being that timeline's fate is to be erased.

And it's only survivor... him.

He who is the Elder God of Time's Fated Heart. Apparently.

For Elder Gods, the gods that existed even before the creation of the other realms and worlds, creators of the many gods known to humans as merely myths and legends, their Fated Hearts are the one true pair of their souls. They come, they go, they come again.

While some know the fates of the souls they have created, some carry special connections with them created by their own All-Creator the Universe.

The Elder Gods and even The Ancients would never know who their Fated Hearts are until its the right time, until their fates have crossed.

For Troxx the Elder God of Time, he who knows and controls the flow of the Absolute Time, never even saw his own Fated Hearts' coming.

Not when he isn't even currently himself.

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11:34 AM in the Absolute Present.

Sev has watched him in the shadows, trailing after him, wherever and whenever he goes to assess how he is going to approach him.

At last he found the right timeline. The right timeline where he will finally meet his Elder God... who isn't currently a God.

It was tricky, following instructions and directions across time and space looking for someone he hasn't even met and only knows he is fated to meet. To trust the words, or letters in this case from a magical notebook, of someone saying their a god and he is their soulmate of sorts and now he's alive and his time isn't because of that.

It was a roller coaster of emotions, finding yourself suddenly floating in a dark void with only a glowing notebook in hand containing the only explanations of why he is there or where he is exactly.