God of Stories (kinda).

Every second in the world, Drafts are reborn as Stories. The first step of the process...is being written, the second step is being read, and the final step, their being Existing.

-0-

(Kilo's Narration)

[Burdened by glorious purpose]

Okay. What is this?

A tab had just appeared out of nowhere.

I was seated in the auditorium listening to my History lecturer drone on about how the Thor in mythology was nothing to admire.

And truth is, I agreed. The real Thor was a reckless brute whose only saving grace was that he wouldn't back down from a fight.

And having someone like that around was always welcome. He had had my back more times than I could count.

Even if he always fell for my pranks...

Wait a minute.

How? WHOSE MEMORIES ARE THESE?!

I don't know of any...

Then the whole class went quiet. No, the whole world. I could hear my own breathing but nothing else moved.

Not the other History Majors. Not the balding professor at the head of the chamber.

Everything was frozen. Except for me.

And then that screen with the words,

[Burdened by glorious purpose]

Just appeared blinking a neon green.

Heart beating loudly fast I could hear it in my ears, I brought a sweaty palm forward and...tapped the screen before me.

Everything turned white.

And all the memories finally made sense.

-0-

My name is Kilo. Yes. I know it's a weird name.

So were my parents. Weird for the name and weird for promptly bouncing, leaving a healthy dark haired, green eyed boy at the steps of a monastery.

Yeah. Not even an orphanage. A frigging monastery.

The monks there were the strictest and most hardheaded people I've ever come across during these 22 years of my life.

But they were also the kindest. Recognizing that a monastery in Norway was far from ideal in raising a child, they did their best to raise enough money for me to move to the US.

And all that backstory? my life as Kilo?

Turns out it was a lie.

Well not exactly. Rather than call it a lie...we should call it fabricated.

No, that also doesn't work.

Ugh. This is so hard to explain, so here you go, another text box. Hopefully with a better explanation than I have.

But, fair warning, it's hard to believe.

In the white space, the neon text took center stage, I couldn't ignore it even if I wanted.

[Loki the God of Time is Dead. After holding the Infinitely branching Timeline together for Eons, he transcended the boundaries of Conscience Will and has become part of Reality Itself. The Station of God of Time has been left vacant. As his only remaining Variant in this Multiverse, that responsibility falls onto you. Basically, you exist for this. You are Loki as much as the Next Guy]

[Do you accept this Burden?]

[YES]/[YES]

I've watched the M.C.U

I think everyone and their mother have.

But this...this has to be a prank.

Right?

Maybe I'm in a simulation.

To that end, I look around at the white space. And my own depth perception assures me that this isn't a place with boundaries.

An impossibility. It just can't exist.

My attention returns to the text box and left with nil choices but to keep on moving forward, I click on the Yes.

Almost immediately, another text box replaces it.

[Good]

This time, the text box feels almost...alive.

[As a mortal, you're only capable of taking on about 1% of my full Domain of Time. However, as a Loki that number jumps to 2%]

[Get Ready. This will be as unpleasant as being Pruned]

Wha-

-

And that's how my body disintegrated, hands flaking off into yellow dust as I opened my mouth, an agonizing howl about to escape me...only to choke as my chest disappeared.

I wish darkness would have claimed me then and there.

It didn't. Up until nothing of me was left...

(JJK Universe)

Yuji Itadori skipped over the railing as he fell towards the 3rd level of the station.

As hard as it was to believe, Gojo had been sealed.

His teacher...

The strongest Sorcerer alive. But to Yuji that didn't matter. What mattered was getting to him before the curses responsible could escape.

But then...that plan was unceremoniously changed when Mahito showed up.

And killed Nanami.

"Mahito..."

Yuji grit his teeth, face twisting into a disgusted scowl.

'FWOOP!

Then promptly jumped back as a green object lunged out of a green hole.

'A person?'

Yuji landed on the railing as a man with long black hair rose off the ground, notes of green light dancing around him.

'A curse!? '

Yuji thought, immediately registering the green light as cursed energy.

He didn't have a lot of time. But it was enough to take out one Curse. Je was going to end this with a Black Flash.

Kilo was only getting his bearings when a black colored fist made sweet collision with the right side of his noggin within the space of a nano-second.

"BlackFlash!"

SwiiiiiieeeWHOOOSHH!!!(Trademarked)