Who Says All Saints Need To Be Good?

Chapter 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.