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( and thus, is the flow of time restored. and chronos disappears. )

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but fret not; for your husband and child will not endure the same punishment.

why should they? they know not of your sordid past. what you have done in service of the titans.

but they will inherit that grief. that misery.

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( the upward motion abruptly ceases, and he pulls his blade out swiftly. )

. . . but not today. you will remember this pain, and you will heed this as a warning.

i, chronos, will see to it personally that you are relieved of your life.

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. . . then surely, you are aware of what must be done; and who must do it.

( drawing his blade from its sheath, he drives it through the abdomen of the heretic; firmly grasping its hilt to drive it upward toward the cacophony of hearts which resided within the heretic.

but, suddenly. . . )

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have you the slightest clue what exactly it is you've done? the repercussions this could have on the natural order as a whole?

or did that slip through your empty head?

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you've got quite some gall, you know. usurping a throne that has been in her possession for countless eons.

and to think it was another titan who granted you the means to do so.

frankly, i don't know whether to be impressed or disgusted. . .

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. . . it would be little time until they'd find out 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩.
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ㅤstitching it shut.

ㅤ" i believe our time here is done. begone from my sight, lest i take the other eye and feed it to you personally. "

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ㅤ" my. . . i really do hate having to take drastic measures to get my point across. " a forked tongue slithers out from betwixt his lips, licking the drops of blood which marred his cheeks.

ㅤthose same garrote wires mend the gaping hole where xyr eye socket was oozing ichor, essentially

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if some ugly little shit-stain beneath my feet is enough to sow disharmony in your fairy tale life, then you are not by any means prepared for what i have in store for that heretic.

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