Saintess? Not Anymore! I'd Rather be a Destroyer-Chapter 107 - 93: Frustrated god of time Barbados

Barbados let out a weary sigh, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "Fine, I’ll tell you then," he said, his voice tinged with both frustration and vulnerability. "But please, don’t think I’m crazy." He paused for a moment, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "Am I the only time god in this world?" His serious expression betrayed the uncertainty in his eyes.

Azarath’s response was swift and assured. "Of course you are!" she exclaimed, her voice carrying a reassuring tone. "You are the sole master of time, Barbados." But as she observed Barbados, she could sense the depth of his inner turmoil. His struggle to articulate his thoughts was evident as his gaze darted around the room, searching for the right words.

"It’s just..." he trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper. "It’s just that I feel like I’m lacking in control. As I try to do a certain spell it feels like time is slipping through my fingers, and regardless of what I do, I can’t seem to grasp it well enough. How did they do it? How does that person manage to maintain such a perfect control of time!"

Azarath’s thoughts churned with confusion as she tried to decipher the meaning behind Barbados’ words. ’What person does he mean?’ she pondered inwardly, her brow furrowing slightly.

Her nerves got the better of her, and she couldn’t help but voice her concerns. "Are you losing your power?" she asked, her voice tinged with apprehension. She watched Barbados, waiting for his response.

Barbados shook his head, dismissing her worries. "No, it’s not that," he reassured her, though his tone carried a hint of frustration. He paused, searching for the right words to convey his inner turmoil.

A sigh escaped his lips before he spoke again, his voice laden with confusion. "It doesn’t make sense!" he exclaimed, his lips pursed in frustration.

Azarath’s curiosity was piqued, and she leaned in closer, her eyes filled with genuine interest. "Barbados, please explain it clearly," she urged, her tone a mix of eagerness and concern.

Barbados held Azarath by the shoulders, his grip tight with a mix of urgency and frustration. He looked into her eyes, hoping to find the answers he desperately sought. "How did time reverse when I wasn’t the one who reversed it?" he questioned, his voice filled with both confusion and a desperate longing for understanding. He looked at Azarath intensively, hoping that she could shed some light on the perplexing situation.

Azarath felt a wave of nervousness and confusion washed over her, but she took a deep breath, summoning her composure. She met Barbados’ gaze and tried to offer a glimmer of reassurance. "Maybe the High god was the one who did it?" she suggested, her voice laced with uncertainty and her eyes searching his face for any signs of recognition.

Barbados shook his head vigorously, disagreeing with her suggestion. "No, that can’t be it. The High god relinquished all his time powers to me, remember?" he countered, his tone tinged with certainty. The puzzle pieces were eluding him, leaving him frustrated and uncertain about the cause of this temporal anomaly.

Azarath nodded, understanding his point. She tried to unravel the puzzle further, her brow furrowing in thought. "I understand your confusion, Barbados, but what do you mean by time reversing?" she asked, her voice tinged with confusion. She searched his eyes for an explanation.

Barbados sighed, his grip on Azarath’s shoulders loosening, and he took a step back, his expression a mix of weariness and concern. Suddenly, his words spilled out frantically, his voice filled with panic, "This reality is completely different! It was created by someone other than me because they reversed time. As the god of time, I can easily sense such a disturbance, but I feel no presence of another time god besides myself."

Barbados took a moment to gather his thoughts, his voice tinged with concern. "It’s as if moments that had already passed were suddenly undone, erased from existence, people were reliving moments. Events that were once set in stone became have changed their course entirely, rewinding before my very eyes. Worst of all I can’t remember what the old timeline was like," he explained, his hands gesturing to emphasize his point. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air.

Azarath’s confusion deepened, her brows furrowing further as she struggled to comprehend the meaning of Barbados’ words. "This is serious," she muttered, her tone filled with concern. "Time, by its nature, flows forward. It’s not supposed to reverse itself. If time is reversing without your intervention, then something dangerous is happening."

Barbados clenched his face, sweat dripping down his face and his eyes trembling in fear, "But, what if they’re trying to steal my position? If they succeed, I’ll lose my faith points, and I’ll disappear!" Clocks materialized in the room, quivering with the intensity of his emotions.

Azarath, her face etched with concern, stepped closer to Barbados, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "Barbados, calm down. I believe you," she said with sincerity, her eyes reflecting her trust in him.

Barbados looked at her, a glimmer of hope in his eyes as the clocks slowly faded away. "Really? But why?" he questioned, his voice filled with relief.

Azarath paused for a moment, her gaze focused, deep in thought. "First and foremost, you’re my brother, and I know you would never deceive me," she replied with a gentle smile. "But beyond that, something doesn’t sit right with me either. When I read the ancient books of life, it felt as if I had come across different passages, like I’ve read something different from what has been written. It’s as if there’s a subtle warning, a whisper of caution," she mused, her hand gently resting on her chin. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

Barbados furrowed his brow, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of warning are you talking about?" he inquired.

Azarath sighed, a troubled expression crossing her face as she gently rubbed her temples. "It’s difficult to explain," she began, her voice tinged with a hint of frustration. "I had a dream—a haunting dream—about a girl and someone else, but the details remain a mystery to me. It’s like trying to grasp smoke with bare hands."

Barbados nodded, understanding the gravity of Azarath’s words. "So, it was another vision?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity.

Azarath nodded in confirmation, her face reflecting a mix of uncertainty and determination. "Most likely," she responded. "But unlike my previous visions, this one is frustratingly vague. However, my senses deep within me insist that this dream holds great significance."

Barbados glanced at Azarath, "I fear that there’s a mysterious force at work, something beyond my understanding. And if I can’t unravel this mystery, the very fabric of time itself could be in jeopardy. Not only time but even the world. Because reversing time itself is no small feat. Even I can’t comprehend the logic of time reversal, let alone reverse time!" A flicker of concern crossed his face as he finished his explanation.

As the weight of their unspoken concerns lingered in the air, Azarath’s face suddenly lit up with excitement, a mischievous spark in her eyes. "Barbados, I’ve got a brilliant idea! Why don’t we take a peek into the future and see what lies ahead?" she suggested eagerly, her voice brimming with anticipation. "We can only decide our next decision if the future is looking good or bad."

However, before they could proceed with their plan, a mature voice interjected with authority. "I definitely can’t allow that," the voice declared firmly, causing both Azarath and Barbados to freeze in surprise.

Azarath’s gaze darted around the room, searching for the source of the voice. "Who are you?" she inquired, her tone tinged with curiosity and a touch of caution.

Barbados, his nerves on edge, joined in the search, his eyes scanning every corner of the chamber. "What is that little thing? She’s certainly not one of my divine attendants," he murmured nervously, noticing a diminutive figure that had appeared before them. The figure was a small girl, her brown skin glowing, with short white hair and golden eyes that sparkled with intelligence. What caught Barbados’ attention were the tiny clocks spinning on her dress, adding a touch of whimsy to her appearance.

The small girl grinned mischievously, her voice carrying a hint of playfulness. "Well, hello there! I’m Pidi," she announced, her words accompanied by a sprinkle of stardust. "I couldn’t help but overhear your little plan to peer into the future. And let me tell you, meddling with time again can have worse consequences!"

Azarath’s eyes narrowed, a chill running through the air as suspicion crept into her mind. ’Initially, I dismissed it as the presence of Barbados’ attendants, so I didn’t pay much attention, but now...,’ she explained, her voice taking on a serious tone. In an instant, she conjured a scythe, its gleaming blade pointing menacingly at the Pidi.

Azarath and Barbados exchanged curious glances, intrigued by the sudden appearance of this enchanting guardian. "Pidi, huh? What do you mean by worse consequences?" Azarath asked.

Pidi twirled on her tiptoes, her dress adorned with spinning clocks, creating a mesmerizing display. "When mortals and even gods tamper with time without due care, it can cause ripples and disruptions throughout the fabric of existence," she explained, her tone filled with wisdom. "Time is a delicate tapestry, and altering its threads without proper understanding can lead to unforeseen and often undesirable outcomes. What’s more, time has already been altered, so altering it again won’t be such a good idea. No matter the outcome of the future you see, good or bad, you must allow time to flow."

Her voice dripping with cold determination, Azarath stared at the Pidi her gaze unwavering. "I can see you have a vast knowledge about time, but despite that, it cannot deny you’re an intruder. I know every single person who resides in this realm—names and faces alike. And yours? It’s a face I’ve never seen before," she declared, her scythe edging closer to the Pidi’s neck, poised to strike if necessary.

The Pidi, undeterred by the imminent danger, spoke with an icy tone, its voice tinged with an air of threat. "I just spoke out since I couldn’t have you ruin the timeline already happening, but I suggest you both keep your mouths shut, or else you might find yourselves facing dire consequences," she warned, as her golden eyes suddenly had clock-like pupils gleaming ominously.

Barbados, his expression a mix of anger and curiosity, couldn’t contain his demand any longer. He firmly grasped the Pidi in his hand, his voice filled with determination. "Why do you possess such a vast essence of time?" he demanded, his grip tightening.