Sovereign of Time: Chronos

"My name is Chronos, and I am the Sovereign of time. Nice to meet you." The man smiled, cupped his hands, and slightly bowed.

"Chronos? As the god of time from the greek mythologies?" I asked with a trembling voice.

"Yes, but I am no god. I am the Sovereign of time, a man who was simply given the curse of seeing into the past, present, and future with the capabilities of wielding such an ability within the palm of my hand." He replied before looking around the infinite void with a frown on his face.

"You have the ability to control time, yet you are not a god?" I asked while my voice continued to tremble.

Yet instead of answering my question, he asked me one of his own.

"Let me ask you, Mr. Ezra..." He muttered while lifting his open palm into the air and pointing it at himself.

"Does god bleed?" He asked, and in the same instant, I watched his hand plunge through his body as blood gushed out of it.