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Master of Time

If you have the power to travel anywhere in time, armed with your knowledge, what would you do? Could you prevent wars, natural disasters and the economic crisis? Do you really want to? Wouldn’t you prefer to play God instead? Afterall, only God should have the power to control time. This is the story of my life. It is not for the faint of heart. I never wish for this power, yet I was granted it, nonetheless. I have watched the Great Pyramid being built, Rome being sacked, and unaccountable number of bloodsheds in the names of long forgotten Kings and Queens. Empire rises and falls, yet I remain. That is the single truth. Even the Modern Era is but a tiny drop in the ocean of time. History is just an experience to me. New Hollywood, what is that? Is that more interesting than the Great Migration or The Exodus? I will tell you all about it, the countless lives I have lived. As the Master of Time, time itself is my servant. It is loyal to a fault, preventing death from claiming me. In effect, it forces me to wander all of time and space, for all of eternity. I wonder when, if ever I will be free from this curse and this gift! Disclaimer: Story contains graphical sex scene. Tags: Time Travel, Ruthless Protagonist, Male Protagonist, Godly Power, Alternate History, Celebrities, Wars, Conquests, Kingdom Building. ******************** Discord Server https://discord.gg/ffazvKp

Erosire · Urban
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237 Chs
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Endless Deaths (POV)

No.

No. No!

No! No! No!

Father! Father! I am sorry. I am so sorry.

I am so, so sorry!

I should have listened. I should have listened to you!

If I did. If I did, none of this would have happened.

None of it!

I gasp and gasp, desperately for that last breath while the endless blackness of space wrestles and rips what little air remaining right out of my lungs. My blood boils violently, steaming out of any orifices it could find. And my body contorts and contracts, crushing itself savagely into a dried husk.

The last thing I am able to see is his faint smile.

His smile! His devilish smile!

He is the devil himself! He has to be. He has to!

If there is a God, such a person should not exist on this earth!

My vision blurs. My eyes pop silently, spewing themselves into the airless void.