“What of it? I don’t think you should be that concerned about an Elder one, even if they can control time.” Scott said with his usual monotone voice.

As he said this Mary walked up to them holding their drinks. She set them down in front of them with a smile before speaking. “Your food will be ready in a minute. Just let me know if you want a second glass.”

“Of course, Mary. thank you.” Mordred replied. She then turned back to Scott who was already taking a sip of his boilermaker.

“The time God isn’t an Elder one as we first thought.” Mordred finally said before she picked up her own glass and began to drink.

“Then, what is it?”

“As we delved deeper into Rubin’s journals we learned that it is an actual God.”

“But there’s no proof that even the Agency could find of an actual God. At least not one that wants to be known.”

“True, that may be the case with some. I on the other hand would disagree with you there.”

“I know what you believe in but that doesn’t matter at the moment. What proof do you have that it’s an actual Deity?”

“According to Rubin, there is a single dimension which is the original. Everything in that dimension is predestined and the God of time which was created as a living entity of the timeline began to grow bored. The constant repetitiveness and inability to see something new caused it to grow mad. So to cure it’s boredom without destroying the timeline it was supposed to protect, it created an alternate timeline. At its core was the original. First it created the Elder ones and became like deities to the humans. They would rule over the world and fight over the humans for longer than our history records.”

“So what you're saying is that this time God created the Elder ones out of boredom?”

“Yes.”

“Fair enough.”

“Anyways, after the Elder ones mated with humans, creating all of the supernatural creatures we keep the peace with, it got bored again. Thus, it began giving a randomly picked person ever hundred years or so the power to travel through time. Sometimes the person would do something good and other times bad. However, there is always one outlier.”

“And what might that be?”

“The God of time itself will sometimes instigate something to make events more interesting. Other times it will simply coax whoever was chosen into doing something for their own sick entertainment. With this in mind, has your apprentice done anything that seems out of character lately?”

“Lou hasn’t acted any different than he did when I first met him. Of course he did try and get back at me for ripping his guts out.”

“You did what?”

“Oh, right, I never told you but one of the survivors of my incident tried to kill me last week. However, I lost control due to these runes and a lack of alcohol in my body. I ended up attacking Lou, who was trying to kill the kid and ripped his guts out. He healed back up in a few minutes so everything was fine.” Mordred sat there, mouth agape at what she had just heard. She had no idea how to respond to that.

“Well, okay then. How exactly did he try and get back at you?”

“He told me that Silva faked her death and that she was really in hiding for all these years.”

“That seems rather rude. I guess you deserved it but that’s a little too harsh.” she said before taking another sip of her drink.

“Ya, he also isn’t the kind of person to do that. It did seem odd to me, especially when he said she was working for the Masked man.” Scott said, rubbing his chin. Mordred as the words Masked man exited Scott’s lips, she tensed up.

“What did you say?”

“Like I said before. He said it to get back at me.”

“I now doubt that very highly.” she said as she set her glass on the table. Had she continued to hold it she may have broken it. On top of that she was fuming. Even Mary who was over at the counter, waiting for their food could tell Mordred was pissed.