Show Me The Future, Or The Past

Chapter 9

Slay had left after his dance with Niraa ignoring anyone who tried to talk to him. His target had revealed himself and he needed to get his trap ready. He would call for a meeting to force his target into the open. Then he would need to be fast of course. One shot is all he had. But it wouldn't be easy.

This person was an old God, and was one of the first. He had been alive just as long as the Creator and Maker. So he was powerful and this would cause great trouble for the relm of Gods. Slay keep walking until he found himself alone in the middle of nowhere. Images of his brother and him chasing each other danced around him.

"Must you haunt me like this?" Slay asked no one. "You don't know how much I miss those days. Running threw the city with you and Niraa play tricks on the guards out side the Palace."

Nothing was said and he still went on. Remembering and talking about the years they enjoyed together. 

"The training to be Gods," Slay said.  "Playing the evenings away, and the Tournament for Niraa's hand in marriage. No matter what it was you had my back. So I swear I'll make everyone pay for driving you away. Even if one of them is Death him self."

With a smirk Slay waited for morning. He sent a letter to the Creator call for a meeting to discus his brother. A number of people would be there. His parents, the Creator and Maker, Niraa and the oldest Gods. Never had a God betrayed their own kind so this was a serious matter.

Slay waited until he was twenty minutes late. He loved to make an entrance, and wasting the Gods' valuable time always brought a smile to his face. Before it became clear Slay's brother was trying to destroy time, and it just seemed like he ran away, no one cared. Not even their own parents. 

Now late Slay moved to the palace and kicked in the door. The guards moved in front of him but he simple pushed past them. Their was an up roar by the other Gods at their seats, but they were quieted by the Creator.

"Sorry I'm late," Slay said with a smile. "I maybe the God of time by I always seem to be late to the party."

"You arrogant brat." Another God said. "Varian, control your boy."

Varian was a middle age God with graying black hair. He was Slay's Father, and after stepping down had changed his name. As he opened his mouth a glare silenced him.

"Say nothing Father." Slay continued. "I have been trying to clean up the mess you caused."

"Speaking of said mess." The creator said. "How goes your search. You've gone quiet for many years."

"To catch my brother I've recruited many to give me a hand." Slay explained. "They all come from the many universes and timelines. So far they have all remained unchanged."

"That is good." The Maker said smiling to her her husband as he gave a sigh of relief. 

"However," Slay said grabbing their attention. "My brother has grown to weak to travel out of the current dimension his in. Still he some how escapes me which is why I'm here today. There is a traitor in this room."

This caused a great many of conversations in the hall. A God betraying his kind was unheard of, but now two? Who was this God Slay spoke of?

"This is troubling News," The Creator said standing up and motioning to his guards. "I shall begin investigations at once, and send some men to aid you in erasing your brother."

"Erasing?" Slay asked in disbelief. "You think I will erase him? Not even if you threatened you will do the same to me if I refuse. You all grow fat with your parties while I hunt for my poor brother who you all threw away."