The sounds of flesh smashing on each other could be heard as sexual moans grew louder ands louder.
"yes fuck me, lord Azaroth. use me as your tool", the young lady under his embrace moaned his name at every thrust of his dick into her, her body quivered and shook as cummed hard but Azaroth kept on thrusting keeping her on the very edge of pleasure. she looked like she's in her mid 20's, she had a slave collar on her neck. While he was using her body to give himself immense pleasure, solmiel appeared in the room but this time he is wearing a black suit draped over with a white over coat. walked slowly to the tea table and sat down disinterested in what Azaroth was doing.
'I can't drink from anything here, don't know if it is laced with aphrodisiac ', Solmiel thought as he grabbed his pocket flask from his suit and took a sip.
"are going stare at me or say what brings you here", Azaroth asked him not stopping his thrust but went slightly harder making the girl yelp slightly in pain.
Solmiel just kept his usual smile and demeanor as he took a sip from his pocket flask.
"the first phase has been completed but someone threw a spanner in the works for the completion of the second phase", he explained more like he was talking to himself.
"who knew that Eva could have gotten a favor from such a powerful entity", he smirked as walked towards the door.
"and which is...", Azaroth was frustrated with Solmiel self centered nature, which he took out on the girl riding his dick.
"how do one get a favor from Kairos, I mean literally time itself", Solmiel mused out loud to himself, but it was enough to give Azaroth an idea on who helped Eva out.
"but do me a favor, find that child. He's the key to everything", Solmiel said in a darker tone it was more like a command before vanishing.
Azaroth grunted in annoyance, he swiftly held the girl by her waist and lifted her from his dick. Quickly inserting it in her mouth, he started deep throating her which brought tears to her eyes as he was rough on her but she still moan for more.
in one fluid motion he flipped her making her perky butt face him, he slid is dick in her pink watery cave which made her moan loudly. with quick hard thrust he fuck her silly that her eyes rolled back from ecstasy, with on last hard thrust he emptied his seeds into her womb making her pass out.
He stood up and poured himself some wine, standing by the balcony of his room which oversee his domain he let out a sigh.
"find the child huh, but Kairos being himself could leave the child anywhere in the time stream".
still sipping his wine, he looked at the girl resting on the with he belly moving in a fluid motion as his essence leaked from her pink cave.
"looks like I did a fine work", he smiled pleased with himself.
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20XX, the present era...
The sky wept.
The rain crashed against the concrete in relentless sheets, turning the cracked pavement into a mirror of misery. Thunder rumbled in the distance, a cruel symphony to the brutality unfolding in the alleyway.
A boy lay in the filth, barely conscious.
Blood mixed with the rain, creating a sickening crimson river that spiraled into the sewers below. His breathing was shallow, ragged—each inhale was a struggle, each exhale a confession of pain. His left eye was swollen shut, his lip split and oozing, and deep purple bruises marred his once-smooth skin.
"Look at this little bitch, still breathing," one of the bullies sneered, shaking the pain out of his bruised knuckles.
"He ain't crying no more. Maybe he's finally dead."
"Not yet," another one laughed, kicking him in the ribs. A wet crack echoed through the alley as the boy convulsed, his body curling in on itself. More ribs broken.
They didn't stop.
One grabbed him by his soaking-wet hair and slammed his head against the pavement. Once. Twice. Again. The boy's skull met concrete with a sickening thud, his body twitching involuntarily.
Then came the pipes.
The leader of the group swung hard, the rusted metal rod connecting directly with the boy's spine. A sharp, gurgling sound escaped from his throat—not quite a scream, not quite a breath. He couldn't even make a sound anymore. His body had given up.
And yet… they laughed.
"Die already, freak."
The final hit came—a brutal stomp to the chest. Something crunched. His heartbeat stuttered.
And then… silence.
The rain poured harder.
Kairos watched from the shadows, jaw clenched.
"Fucking hell, Eva," he muttered, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "You had to pick this kid?" His golden eyes flickered with something between anger and annoyance. "A damn kid who couldn't even throw a punch—just let himself get beaten to death like a stray dog."
He remembers Eva telling him to put her child soul in the weakest human he could find and the moment she peered into the time stream with his help she chose the boy Kairos was looking at.
The bullies ran off, their laughter fading into the storm, their crime lost beneath the downpour.
Kairos stepped forward, his presence distorting the air. Time itself warped around him, bending like a wounded thing trying to obey his will.
With a sigh, he crouched beside the lifeless body. The boy's skin was cold, his pulse gone. But this vessel—as broken as it was—would have to do.
"Let's get this over with."
Kairos pressed two fingers against the boy's forehead, his own eyes burning with a light ancient and endless. A pulse of raw power surged from his fingertips, spiraling into the body like a wildfire tearing through dry wood.
The rain froze in midair. The wind stopped. The alley became an eternal moment.
Then, a new soul entered.
The boy's back arched violently. His lungs gasped for air. His once-lifeless hands clawed at the pavement as if trying to ground himself in reality. A scream tore from his throat—a sound so raw, so unnatural, it barely sounded human.
The soul had taken root.
Kairos stood, dusting himself off as the world snapped back into motion. The rain resumed. The thunder rolled.
His job was done.
Without another word, he stepped into the time stream, his form dissolving into golden threads.
The boy, now breathing once more, lay shaking in the rain. Alive. But no longer the same.