Timeless is a beast of one of the Old Ones' creations. A being with blood lust. An entity, a resemblance to a corrupt one. Once they would come and collect the dead. Twice to devour them and collect their remnant. Thrice and final consume them whole and leave their core corrupt. Two heads with one shadowlike figure, they both feel joy with their beloved activity. The Old One would disapprove of them that they are dominant. After all, they know better than sucking his cock and playing with it. Two for the price of one playmate. The thrilling game they would play is a game of poetry. "Listen! Listen, I will tell you how it happened." The first one said, "You will see, you will hear how healthy my mind is." The other spoke in a tone darker than the poetry.

"But why do you say that I have lost control of my mind, why do you say that I am mad?" The second one said and the other continues: "Can you not see that I have full control of my mind? Is it not clear that I am not mad?" They would continue to mix and matches the story only for one to tell a finished story. They can win but they can also lose. They know the rules and they obey the rules. Their victims- their vessels far different than the Old One's hosts. They corrupt them, they reap them. That's how they do. None that can make it out, without being mad or in denial. The two always find it amusing, reaping them of what they do, destroying their minds only for one to take hold. Nothing can make them amused, nothing will stop them from destroying everything that they touch.

Although they didn't know how to reap when one of their recent victims was already mad and corrupted. Causing genocide on one of the races, destroying their lands, and burning the village. They don't know how it happened. Was it a coincidence? Or was it fate that their newest vessel became power-hungry? Time can tell for them, time always has a way of words with them. "Surely you would know not to meddle with us." They said looking down on their victims. "You made me late and took away my precious time." They continued without destroying their toy. "How come you always want to take away my time?" They asked through their vessel full of corruption. "You know damn well I do not tolerate it." They spoke now with venom through their words. Surely someone would know not to meddle with them. Especially when it comes through the words of a disastrous being. Sooner or later they will let them pay the price of their hubris.

Otherwise, they wouldn't stop but put an end to their victims' suffering for their life of misdeed. Considering they are overtaken by the god complex they ruin every single Vains and Kuras.

Researched by Eline Clairvoye

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Eline's Resemblance is on both the back of her hands up to her elbow. She always wears clothing to cover up her Resemblance and is very careful not to be amputated or have scars on them.