TAO was sitting in her office, she was in a state of thinking, staring at the emptiness of space around her. She was playing with the globe on her desk, spinning it. Then, the door in front of her suddenly opened, revealing a man with deep haunting purple eyes. Those eyes stared at her, making her gulp unconsciously.
"What made you come here again, Mr. Smith?" asked TAO.
"Nothing really." shrugged Pluto as he walked towards her. "I just want to borrow that necklace of yours."
TAO frowned. "Mr. Smith, it is the duty of the sorcerer supreme to protect the time stone, I cannot just give it to you carelessly."
Pluto clicked his tongue. "Fine, let's trade."
TAO raised her eyebrow. "Trade?"
"I'll borrow that green stone for a few minutes, and I'll give you this." said Pluto, and a glowing blue cube appeared on his hand. "You're worried that my interference would mess with your plans for the future right? Here, I'll give you this, you could fix the timeline a little."
TAO was a bit surprised. "Mr. Smith, you have the space stone?"
"What? I thought you knew?" questioned Pluto weirdly. "I have Juno, remember?"
"But I thought-" TAO then just sighed. She looked at the space stone intently. "If you keep it, and the Germans didn't get it, who knows what the implication will be… I will be blind in the future…"
"So?" questioned Pluto again. "What do you say?"
TAO looked at Pluto, and relented. "Very well Mr. Smith, let's trade."
TAO was about to take the space stone, but Pluto pulled off. "The time stone first," said Pluto.
TAO rolled her eyes. She then opened the eye, and took it out. "A few minutes, Mr. Smith."
Pluto hummed, he threw the stone to TAO, which made her panicked, and he took the time stone.
"Well, now I have too much time on my hand." he smirked. Juno then appeared in front of him, looking at the time stone curiously.
"Do it." she said impatiently. "I want to see him already."
"Be patient will you?" scoffed Pluto. "Is he your lover or something?"
"He's my brother." said Juno sternly. "Just absorb it!"
"Fine, fine." shrugged Pluto. He then slowly absorbs the time stone, green energy entering his system, and he feels that pain again, he screams on top of his lung, but this time, he could bear it, he shut his mouth, letting more and more green energy enter.
Then, his eyes glowed green, and he was transported to his mind once more.
—
Pluto found himself in a dark and empty void once again, he looked around, and he saw a green construct of a boy, not around 13 or 14, standing a few metres away from him.
"You must be Time that Juno begged to absorb." said Pluto casually.
"I am." he said, walking towards Pluto.
"Well, do you want to join me?" asked Pluto, offering his hand to the construct.
Time stood in front of him, examining Pluto. "What are your intentions?"
Pluto raised his eyebrow. "Meaning?"
"What are your intentions with us?" Time repeated.
"Honestly, nothing." shrugged Pluto. "I just accidentally absorbed Juno, and now she begged me to absorb you."
Time just frowned, and he kept examining Pluto's body.
Pluto sighed. "You should know this, you have access to my memories."
"I do," said Time. "I'm just making sure."
"Look, I don't have time for-"
"We have all the time in the world," said Time innocently. "After all, he's right in front of you."
"Right." coughed Pluto, and he sighed again. "Fine, what do you want to ask?"
"How do you intend to be free?" he asked. "If I want to follow you, I want to make sure that me and my siblings won't be the weapon of the celestials again."
"Well, if I want to be free, I need to be a celestial myself." said Pluto, shrugging. "While absorbing your brothers and sisters seemed like a good idea at first, ultimately, you only worked on a single universe, while the Celestials are multiversal beings."
Time nodded. "That's right. We only govern one universe. While if you kill a celestial in this universe, the other celestials that are scattered across the multiverse will know."
Pluto hummed. "Any more questions?"
"How will you be a celestial?" asked Time once again.
Pluto just smiled. "You know how."
"You're relying on luck." answered Time. "There are millions of possibilities that it could fail."
"Well, I just have to make sure that it won't fail, right?" said Pluto.
Time was surprised. "Do you understand what millions mean?"
"I will have you right?" said Pluto. "I'll figure it out."
Time frowned, and sighed. "Fine. Give me a name."
"Pardon?"
"A name." Time repeated. "Give me a name."
"Oh right." said Pluto, snapping his fingers. "How about… Kronos?"
"Kronos?" Time tilted his head. "A god of Agriculture?"
"It's also the god of ages and time." added Pluto. "So it fits… I guess…"
Time nodded. "Very well, from now on, I am thou, and thou art I."
Kronos offered his fist, offering a fist bump.
Pluto smiled, and answered the fist bump. "I am thou, and thou art I indeed."
[Salon, France]
The smell of burning flesh permeates throughout the town, thick fog hiding the roads ahead, men with strange masks walking through seas of men, tending to their needs. Men and women were dying, their skin blackened, blistered as it dripped blood.
A middle aged man was commanding a group of men, telling them to bring the dead to a field, separating it from the ones who are still alive.
"Bring the dead to the square and burn the bodies," he said. "Don't forget to clean your garments after it."
The men just nodded, and hurried, picking the dead bodies that littered the roads one by one, before burning it.
The man just sighed, looking at the horrible sight in front of him. He walked towards a room, his office, and sat down. He took off his mask, and wiped his sweat off from his forehead.
Suddenly, another man entered the place, he looked young, but the doctor could feel this… wise aura from him, he could tell, he knew this mystical stuff since he was a kid.
"Can I help you, Monsieur?" said the man to the young.
"Yes actually." said the man, he has a British accent, but the doctor could tell he was fluent in French, maybe other languages. "Michel de Nostradame… right?"
"Nostradamus." corrected the doctor calmly. "Michel de Nostradamus."
"Right… Monsieur, I was wondering if me and my wife could volunteer in this outbreak… we are outsiders… but I hope we could help somehow…"
Nostradamus flinched as he heard the word 'wife', "Your wife?"
"Err… yes, she's outside… she's already helping, is that alright?"
"Look," said Nostradamus sternly. "The plague is more dangerous than you think, Monsieur, I advise you to bring your wife out of this town before you lose her…"
The man smiled sadly at him. "Forgive me if I bring bad memories Monsieur Nostradame… but… we've decided, she can't be stopped."
Nostradamus sighed. "It's Nostradamus… and fine, I'll allow it." Nostradamus stood up, and looked at the man. "I'll bring you to the warehouse, we need to give you some proper garments to deal with the plague, else you will be infected yourself."
The man just nodded, and he followed Nostradamus outside. "Fetch your wife, we'll give her garments too."
The man nodded once again, and walked away from him, before coming back with his wife. She was probably the most beautiful woman that he ever saw, but he also felt that if he did anything, he'd lose his head instantly.
So Nostradamus just gulped, and guided the couple to the warehouse, just outside the hospital.
"Ah, right, name?" questioned Nostradamus.
"Selwyn," said the man. "Thomas Selywn. And this is my wife, Millicent."
Nostradamus frowned. "English?"
"Is that a problem?" questioned Thomas. "We lived in London for a while, but we are not English."
"Where are you from then?"
"We're Greeks." answered Thomas. "The name is the one we used in London."
"Whoa, a long way from home, friend." said Nostradamus in surprise as he opened the warehouse door. "Why is that?"
"We just wanted to see the world." answered the wife. "Only one life, might as well use it."
Nostradamus hummed as he opened a cabinet. "I wish I could be like the two of you… but alas, I'm getting older, and gout started to consume me." chuckled Nostradamus. He then took two medical garments, and gave it to the couple. "Here, this should fit."
The couple nodded, and accepted the garments. "Thank you for letting us help."
"You don't have to thank me." grumbled Nostradamus. "This job only brings suffering… I'm thinking of retiring after this…"
"Well, what will you do when you retire?"
Nostradamus just thought for a while, and said. "Maybe writing…"
The three then exited the warehouse, before walking back to the hospital. "What kind of writing?" questioned Thomas.
"My family delved into Astrology." answered Nostradamus. "So perhaps I will write about that."
"Astrology? Like the stars?"
"We can see many things from the stars." commented Nostadamus. "For example, the future."
"Really?" Thomas raised his eyebrows. "The future?"
Nostradamus sighed. "What am I saying… forget about it."
"No, no, no, I'm intrigued, tell us more." continued Thomas, smiling at Nostradamus.
Now, Nostradamus was the one who raised his eyebrows. "I said just forget it. We have work to do."
As they continued towards the hospital, Nostradamus suddenly groaned in pain and he almost fell to the ground, before Thomas grabbed him by the shoulder.
"Are you alright, Monsieur?" questioned Thomas.
"I'm fine," said Nostradamus weakly. "It's just gout."
"Gout?" Thomas frowned. "And you're still working?"
"Well, as I said, not for long." shrugged Nostradamus. "It's nothing really, it just makes movement really difficult, but I am just a plague doctor, I don't need to move much."
"Well, I think you should retire early." suggested Millicent. "A gout may develop into something more if you push yourself."
"You know about medicine?"
"Well, we volunteered after all." she answers. "It's not like we just wanted to carry things for you."
Nostradamus sighed. "You're right, but the plague is still rampant in my home, I at least need to help them…"
"You're killing yourself, friend."
Nostradamus smiled as he stood up. "Perhaps, but I just can't see people die helplessly because of this plague… I don't want to see someone's kids or wives dead because of this, while I could help them."
He then walked back to the hospital, leaving the two to tend to the others, while the two looked at Nostradamus, a bit surprised by his words.
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A/N: bruh, I told you that I would upload less, maybe once a week or so.
anyway, I'll continue the 'upload everyday' thing when Moon knight finishes, because it delves into the past of MCU, I want to see how Bast, Khonsu, Ammit(Lol I can't believe she's a real deity with an avatar in MCU, while I just made her a simple construct in this fanfic), and the other Ennead plays into the MCU stuff, Doctor Strange won't probably expand the past... so it won't affect this fic that much...
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