The Evertree’s trunk let out a soft, golden shine from the veins of flame within it. It was enough to illuminate this little courtyard. It’s leaves had a silver hue to them. It was a beautiful sight to behold, with the backdrop of the night sky.Had the stars not been hidden away behind the thick layer of dark storm clouds, the view would have been even more breath taking.“Well?” He asked, keeping Vis in his sight.The Vampire approached the Evertree. Her gaze lingered on its trunk as she clenched her fists.“The Empire was vast.” She finally spoke, forcing the words out. It was challenging for her to speak about this. She wasn’t very good at hiding how difficult it was. “It ruled the entirety of the known world, stretching beyond the wall of fog that exists now.”“It’s citizen were rich. Even the poorest could put food on the table without worry. The

“Yeah, no.” Kyle shook his head as the Dark Amber whirled around him. “I don’t think this will work.” Like a storm made of shattered pieces of crystal, the Dark Amber blocked his view, and also his motions. “In fact, I can clearly see it’s not working, since I’m still affected by time!” He protested.“Silence.” The Fallen Angel’s words were as sharp as the pieces of dark amber whirling around the young man. “Do not distract me, mortal.”Kyle pouted but remained silent otherwise. Glancing at Droigheann, his shoulders dropped. The Demon of the Nightbloom clearly was not going to be of any help to him. He seemed just as absorbed in the experiment as the Fallen Angel.Minutes rolled by, and eventually, the whirlwind of dark amber shards reformed into one larger piece of amber before melting back into his skin, turning back into the tattoo. “As I thought,” Azazel muttered.

“Excuse me?” Kyle blurted out after a few seconds of silence. Azazel seemed as confused and lost as he felt.The Record Keeper chuckled. A wry smile formed on her lips, deepening the wrinkles on her skin. “You heard me, young man.” She said with a gentle, yet firm tone. “You are only a mortal, even with the power of the Necronomicon. You are bound to time, as any mortal is.”Azazel shook his head. “Fine,” The Fallen Angel huffed. “Tell me then, Record Keeper. How am I supposed to restore Necron to the flow of time?”The Record Keeper’s smile deepened. “Now that is a great question, my dear Azazel.”Kyle bit his lips. “You don’t have that power, do you?” he asked, glaring at the elderly woman. “You won’t help us.”The Record Keeper’s expression darkened. She furrowed her brows and looked at the table. She followed a long scratch on

Kyle stared at the Demon’s serious expression for a few seconds before breathing in. “And what in the world made you think that’s a good idea?” he shouted, flailing his arms around in an attempt to convey how ridiculous Droigheann’s suggestion was. “Go and ask? Who are you going to ask that to?”Droigheann chuckled at the panicked young man. “You worry too much for things you do not need to worry about, human.” He said with an amused expression. His eyes glimmered as he grinned. “Most demons do not care about what happens in the material plane. The Abyssal Plane is more than enough for them. I am sure that piece of power has its price.”Kyle bit his lips. Control over time itself. That was what was at stake here. How could a power like that have a price? By definition, it must be priceless! Or that’s what he believed in. He hesitated still, what if something happened to Droigheann? What if a fight

Kyle paced around the cathedral, taking in the view. While he had been taking it for granted until now, he forced himself to look, to pay attention to his surroundings. Wildflowers surrounded the small, stone path circling the cathedral. Fruit trees dotted the landscape around it, providing some much needed shade, and the delicious fruits he ate for breakfast every day.A wry smile formed on his lips. He paused, and crouched by the largest, most vibrant patch of wildflowers. He gently touched some of their petals, feeling the texture.The flowers from Necron were even more vibrant than these. They were sturdier, not so fragile. They bloomed so much more, in a matter of hours for some of them. Their scent alone was enough to help him relax, to calm him down and allow him to clear his mind.These flowers on the other hand… They were beautiful, but fragile. They bloomed for a couple of days, then wilted.Was that why the residents of Necron created st