You knew it would hurt when he passed on. You tried not to get attached to that mortal. You were a deity, immortal, far above his standing, and yet Lucian had managed to become your closest friend.

But it had been a long time since he was alive.

It was hundreds- maybe thousands of years by now since you lost Lucian. You were sure you would never see him again.

You were walking through a city when you were stopped in your tracks. It was him. Lucian, dressed in the clothes of the modern day, but it was unmistakably your lost human companion, sitting in a café as if centuries hadn’t passed.