The Earth After Rebirth

"Wait, what is this..." He trailed off.

"I think you know, you've encountered a scene like this before. Yes Asgard is just a game for most of you but it was inspired by the events of the past."

What was before them was a nest, the game had replicated this one perfectly. He remembered walking into that cave with Hubris, he remembered destroying the eggs and then the queen came out to fight him.

"Dammit, while they're busy arguing about who gets the seat at the top these things are getting stronger by the day. Can't we help?"

"I'm afraid not. This happened, I cannot change it."

"You're a god of time aren't you, there's nothing you can't reach that's within time?"

"Yes, but I can't. It's been thousands of years already."

"Then, why didn't you help back then?"

"Strict orders from our Lord. He told us there'll be a child who will be the hope of the new world."

"So he just gave—"

Kiro swallowed those words when Chronos shot him the deadliest of looks. His body broke into a sweat, for a second, maybe even less than that, Chronos showed his true self.

"Don't overstep. The fault here is in humanity, don't shift the blame, they're the ones who refused to see the bigger picture." He said with finality, making it apparent that he won't take any of his nonsense regarding his Lord.

Kiro was too busy recovering from being suppressed to even argue. For humans it was much easier to blame something above their understanding, instead of closely looking at their own action.

Not too long ago, he was also a victim of this. He wanted to blame the dean and Isla's father for his grandfather's death.

"Please, don't do that again."

"Entirely depends on you."

Kiro wanted to scoff—to roll his eyes but decided against it. The eggs, albeit the same, they were a lot different. These ones seemed to be on the late stages of gestation.

This back to the past ordeal was strange to him, he could smell the putrid decaying of the eggs, he could hear all the noises this earth had to offer. He could even taste the death that was in the air—but he couldn't touch anything, never touch.

The scene before him warped and they were back on the streets, but this time they weren't bustling with crowds. Not a single happy looking human was in sight, everyone seemed tired but not tired enough to fight with each other.

The accidents the voice in the sky caused looked like child's play compared to the scene. The beautiful asphalt road had large craters and cracks—the buildings were falling off—kids were crying for their mothers—a civil war had kicked off.

An entity blocked the sun from the world, flew over the city at great speeds, occasionally swooping in to save one civilian or another from the falling debris.

It was the most amazing team work Kiro had ever witnessed. Because the unknown man would toss whoever he scooped up to his comrade, who would do the same and eventually the person ended up on a ship that hovered slightly above.

"They seem put together." He commented, impressed.

"Are they?" His voice was clearly one of mock.

This scene turned into black smoke and was blown away. It was the man they'd seen before, the man who was mocking one of his descendants, the Blakeson man.

He was standing in front of a crowd, they were all wearing hoods over their heads. They were going around terrorising the people, with the powers they were given to protect their own.

Kiro marvelled at the order of things Chronos was showing him. Giving him hope and then crashing it. He felt like a sinister devil tugging at his heartstrings, he felt foolish to have hope knowing exactly how this would end.

"Shit, this is hard to watch."

"You have to."

Kiro didn't think he did, he'd seen enough. He didn't want to see people dying, he didn't want to see the world going the same way. Yet he couldn't quite look away.

Another scene unveiled itself, this time, it was much dire. People were reduced to shells of their previous selves.

"Do we know where they came from?"

"No, no we don't. From this moment forth, we are going to create a special unit for combat the aliens that have invaded. It'll be called the sanctum."

Kiro's blood ran cold at the words of his predecessor.

"So, that's what it was created for? And they—they fucking—" He choked on his own words, as brief sadness washed over him.

"Yes. Percival, what a great man. You know, you exist today because of him?"

"Great observation!" He answered sarcastically.

"I don't mean it like that—well you'll see, soon enough."

The meeting was taking place in a great hall, full of those with powers and those who were willing to fight. Percival, with his charisma managed to grab the attention of the entire room. Kiro could see a few faces from the previous meeting, including Blakeson.

"Now, the upper part of Africa has been evacuated, soon those without powers will be stationed there. If we fail, they'll be responsible for ensuring humanity doesn't end here."

"Of course kids under 18 will be forced to leave whether they're powered or not. We don't want unnecessary casualties, together we can do this."

Cheers erupted from the hall. If you looked close enough, you could spot a few that weren't very happy with the decision. But as they say, majority rules. They were greatly outnumbered.

"See? This is him ensuring that his line continues. He doesn't have a lot of kids but they're all under 18. He's kind but cunning, a very strange combination."

Kiro was saddened just thinking about it, his sacrifice almost made no difference, since he died and every Waynworth in existence. If it wasn't for the god standing next to him, it would've ended like that too.

That quickly left him though, his father was doing a better job at expanding the name.

The scene once again shifted, this time, it was the war that almost destroyed their world.