Vaelion gasped awake. No light. No pain. Just silence. Floating in the cosmic abyss once again.
He staggered to his feet, only to realize—there were no wounds. No scars. Just... stillness.
And then, a familiar presence.
Lucius stood across from him, arms folded, coat billowing with divine pressure. His expression unreadable.
"Back again, dumbass?" Lucius muttered.
Vaelion narrowed his eyes. "You really can't get rid of your own shadow."
A moment of silence—and both burst into laughter. Not friendly, not comforting, but mutual understanding forged from madness.
Lucius stepped forward. "So? Tell me. Ever think about doing it with those girls?"
Vaelion raised an eyebrow. "Haven't you taken their virginity?"
Lucius rolled his eyes, smirking. "Of course not. We weren't together. It was a test, idiot. We acted. I wanted to see what the God of Timelines would do if he realized he was more than just a mortal."
Vaelion blinked. "So my Gifts—"
Lucius interrupted, tone turning sharp. "They're mine. Or... were. You've got something better now."
Vaelion stepped closer. "Then why are all those goddesses attracted to me?"
Lucius shrugged. "You're powerful. You're good-looking. You've got that whole 'tragic savior' vibe. Every divine woman from here to the Forgotten Realms would fall for that. But you want to know the real reason?"
Vaelion stayed quiet.
"They've been waiting," Lucius said. "For millions of years. There was a prophecy—the God of Timelines would be born mortal, destined to carry the will of the Divine Judge."
Vaelion's voice dropped. "So... I have two sets of Gifts? Two Unique Classes?"
Lucius nodded, the faintest grin on his lips. "You're not my reincarnation. I placed my soul into you. You're my vessel. A gamble I took to stop you from ending up like me
forgotten, broken, chained by fate."
A pause.
"Your vampire blood? It helps. Heals small wounds fast. That's no coincidence."
Vaelion clenched his fists, the truth crashing down like starlight.
to be continued...