'Jerian, a demi-god made devil by circumstance. Old folk tales speak of he who brought the elements to the mortal plane during a place where fire didn't burn, wind didn't blow, and water didn't flow. The truth of the story is ill-conceived. And in truth, there's much to be said, the painting reflects the first moments a man is born, the first experience being enthralled in a world of pure chaos.'
"Alright everyone," hailed from the backstage, "-we're moving the paintings onto the stage," time read 18:58. Igna waited amongst the empty seats, few of the guests climbed to the following event, '-if what I've hypothesized happen, the redo won't toggle. Time's being manipulated without the need for Kronos's sickle, tis the first I've heard of it. What now, what then, is there a catch. If someone makes a move for the painting, blood-arts should suffice.'
*AHHHHH,* thundered from downstairs, those midways up, hurried downstairs, *ASSASSINATION!*
