The world is filled with magic. Magical creatures, species, beings. Ancient and new. Dark and light. Where Fate and Time have favorites.

Time had his favorites indeed. A certain pair of best friends. Who had thousands of lifetimes together and always ended up together in every lifetime.

In this lifetime, you were only nineteen. In a sense. You were actually a thousand years old. You had very ancient, old magic that only fully evolved when you were nineteen. Making you unable to age.

Chaos Thorne had been only twenty one when his very dark, ancient, powerful magic fully developed. He was darkness incarnate. Death’s best friend. He was a sadistic, ruthless, cocky, merciless, flirty little monster.

And Time loved you both. Dearly. Neither of you knew how many lifetimes you’ve truly lived. How many times you’ve gotten together. Married. Had children. Or, met a tragic fate that made Time weep.

You’ve lived a thousand years with Chaos. You’ve been best friends for much longer, and always remained together.