Eros pressed his back against the wall as he peered round the corner. To the right was a massive hole in the stone structure. The pale stone had broken and crumbled as if there had been an explosion once but nothing was left burnt or blackened. Outside, the hole led into a blackness – an endless abyss with tiny dots of light and where rainbow colored storm clouds drifted by and flew away in the distance. It was a cosmical wasteland that would spasmed and shift periodically. The entire scape reforming and contorting before resettling in a new crazy pattern and shape. Eros had no intentions of going out there.

He looked to the left, where bookshelves were lined up in row after row. Eros checked back behind himself, where the square, stone corridor was empty of any window, decoration or furniture. Eros sighed and stepped out into room. He walked slowly, keeping his pace gentle and even. He didn't dare use his wings, if he even dared to his presence would become all too clear to those that lived here.

Almost tiptoeing he moved away from the gaping hole towards the book shelves. A gust blew in from the hole and Eros froze. The wind whipped at him and made a noise like a million children whispering into his ear at the same moment. The breeze passed over his arm and the god looked down and watched as his skin tightened into wrinkles, his veins bulged up and spots sprouted along his skin. Eros cringed and pushed his right arm further away from himself.

"Oh, you have to ruin the good arm don't you," Eros whispered, "That's my best arm for masturbating other people." The wind hissed as it was pulled back out of the room back into the wastes it had come from. Eros flexed his right arm, his veins and arteries glowed purple and caused his flesh to become youthful once more. Eros rolled his eyes at the petty, vain annoyance and moved on. He walked through the maze of bookshelves, some were made of wood, others mud or metal. A few were plastic and other were gold or made of stone. They were crafted in different styles, designs and most importantly different periods.

Eros ignored most of them, these were only basic historical guides. Person-whatever did thing during this time when this happened, etc. Nothing more than themed textbooks. However, as he walked along he looked ahead and spotted where he wanted to go. At the end of the hallway was a set of pillars to a large metal doors. Eros smiled as he checked around before he headed over to the doors. This palace changed every time he visited. The rooms would change their position, the shelves would have moved and where the ominous gaps which led outside would have crawled to a new spot. They only thing that stayed consistent was the pale stone the building was made from.

But there was one thing which wouldn't have changed, the doors. The gateway always lead to the main treasure Eros was after. His eyes flickered from burning purple to playful pink as he approached the large doors. The doors were made of bronze, the surface constantly moved changing color. The surface turned from the shiny brown, like the color of the fresh polished metal to then a red hue of rust. Green flakes formed and drifted off its surface; the gate was changing in age before Eros. Even the gate's handles twisted and smoothed, turning rigid and sharp before vaporizing. The pile of dust and rusted flakes faded into nonexistence at the base.

Eros did another check over his shoulder and shook his head.

"We're all good, we're all good. We're confident and calm," Eros uttered to himself before he looked at the gate. He waited and watched the door handles, timing it until the handles had just reformed. He reached out and pulled. The door slide opened with a gasp and Eros quickly jumped into before the door swung back, slamming shut. The sound of the gate closing echoed and boomed through the room.

Now, Eros looked down a large square corridor. The floor was a trembling pool of liquid that looked like oil with a single stone path down the middle. To the sides, the walls had large windows. Eros began to jog down the corridor, concerned about noise the doors had made, he took deep breaths. Eros's eyes flickered in the intensity of their glow as he kept going. In each window images were on a loop. Scenes from the past, present and future from around the world, replaying over and over again. Julius Caesar was being stabbed, his cry filling the room. In another black beard was being turned into a guinea pig and within another window two demigods were having sex behind a cabin. Eros check his eyes away from the sex, otherwise he'd get too distracted. For once he wouldn't indulge himself, he had to stay focused.

In the distance, the long corridor ended in a large round room. Eros started running as he felt something behind him. The sound of the gate creaking open echoed down the corridor as Eros reached the room at the end. Eros jumped over to the side and rolled behind an ancient looking stone chest, sliding onto his back.

"Um…hello?" A voice called down the corridor, "is anybody there?"

Eros recognized the young, feminine voice that called out. He stayed still and waited.

"I'm sure I heard the door go…I guess it opened itself, never mind," the voice said before the door slammed to a shut again. Eros peered out from his cover and looked to see the corridor was clear. He sighed and pulled himself up from the floor. Eros brushed the dirt of his black and white suit. He tapped the ground with his shoes and looked around the room. At the center of the circular room was a podium stand topped with a cushion. At the sides were the various chests and shelves. Swords and pieces of armor where left laying against the walls. The ceiling above had at its center a rippling ball of light that refracted light around the room.

Eros ignored these treasures and headed straight to the podium. Neatly resting on the cushion was a black scroll. He checked around one more time before he reached out and touched the scroll. The paper trembled under his touch and rolled over. The paper mutating and contorting, smoke rose of the material and wavered about in the air like a set of long, ghostly fingers. Eros watched and waited as the scroll turned into a book, finally settling in its new form. He picked it up and turned it around in his hands.

"Okay," Eros said quietly to himself. "Going so well, so far."

He turned around to walk away with the book and there before him...was a cloaked figure.

"I thought I heard someone come in here," she said as she pulled her hood back. She had pale yellow and green scales for skin. Her blue eyes were like a snake with large pupils. She was only four foot tall and little more than a child. "Although…my memory is not that good," she said scratching her chin, looking away from him. The smell of freshly cut grass drifted from her and Eros stood wide eyed, a nervous grin on his face.

"Oh…hey there little one," Eros said. "Is it just you?"

The serpent like girl turned her eyes to him and hummed.

"Eros…is that you? Yes, yes it is…oh it's nice to see you," she said with a large grin. "Are you visiting the library again? Oh, you wanted to read the special book again?"

Eros looked down at the book he held.

"Um…yeah. But I wanted to read it outside this place, it's a bit stuffy in here," Eros said. The girl raised an eyebrow and put her head to the side.

"But dad said we can't let that book out…it's special."

"I know what your dad said but it'd be our secret, just you and me, kid. By the way, is your mom and dad both in or is it just your dad?" Eros asked.

The girl shook her head and stepped back.

"Eros…your being funny…something's wrong."

"No, I'm being normal and everything is fine," he said, "but could you just tell me if your mom an—

"Daddy!"

Eros sighed and wiped his brow.

"It is just your dad then. That makes things a bit easier. Right I better go, I promise I'll return this when I'm done with it," he said as his wings busted out from his back. His black feathers glinted purple in the light as he floated up and off the ground.

"Daddy!" The girl screamed, her eyes glowing yellow and venom pooling in her mouth. Eros bolted forward, his wings beating the air as he flew straight down the corridor. He folded his arms across his chest, pinning the book to his body. He smashed himself into the gate, the bronze work breaking into pieces of rust and a few even reverted back to raw ore. Eros flew up and over the maze of shelves, his head looking around to see where the next corridor had moved to.

Suddenly the whole building shock and a roar and a hissed filled the room.

Eros cringed as over to his left, the wall collapsed as a giant, green snake like body slithered into the room. A line of orange fur ran down its spine and horns sprouted out of its sides. At its front the long column of snake flesh was melded to the yellow torso of bearded man with white hair.

"Eros!" the man shouted, his voice boomed and echoed. "You disgrace yourself as my guest, cease your actions at once!" he said throwing his arms out to the sides.

Eros didn't stop, he swooped to the right and headed for a corridor that headed in the opposite direction to the snake-man.

"Sorry Chronos, I really am, I just want to borrow one book," Eros said as he flew down and out of the room.

"That's my scroll!" Chronos yelled back.

"Jez, I said to your daughter I'll bring it back!" Eros shouted back as he accelerated. The corridor was square again and it branched off into various routes. Even as Eros tried to remember which path led where, the square began to shudder. Pieces of the stone cracked and moved as the building rearranged itself. Eros grunted as a group of bricks bounced of his wings as he passed into a turning just before it vanished.

All the while, he could hear the deep rolling sound of the giant behind him catching up. Eros passed a corner and yelped as a dark, jagged sword flew up at his face. He quickly dodged and bounced onto the ground. The sword landed on the ground with and clang and a whine. Eros looked over to see the sword was made of flint. His eyes were now a burning, vibrant reddish pink colour as he looked up. In front of Eros was a humanoid lion. Its coat was thick and golden, bulged in muscles. Its mane was long and orange. Its eyes were blank white, drool spilled from its mouth and it wore nothing but a loincloth.

"The past," Eros said with a wave towards the lion that stood upright like a man. Eros picked himself back up, his wings stretching out again.

"Errr, Errr, Errrr-ossssss," the past growled, trying to speak but failing.

Eros flexed his arms and wings, getting ready to take off again.

"Ah, it's okay, nothing to see here, just me leaving, nothing to see," Eros said, his wings flapping, already preparing to take off.

"Errr-oosss, musss, diiii," the past uttered as it slowly moved to where his sword had landed. Eros flew off just as the past bent over to pick up the bade, his large furred hands grasped the weapon and he swung round and roared. Eros dodged again as the sword was flung at him. The strike was powerful but wasn't accurate.

"Too forgetfully to actually use that weapon right then? Eh?" Eros said with a chuckle just before another wall collapsed. Chronos slithered into the room, he took a look at the past and then at Eros.

"Why aren't you stopping him?" Chronos shouted.

The past looked up at him, staring blankly.

"Tooooo, tooooo, tr, trrrrr, trrriedddd buuuu," the past muttered. Chronos grunted and gritted his grey teeth together.

"Oh enough of this," Chronos said, his right side exploding into a mass of tentacles. The tentacles shot out and wrapped themselves around the past, whom made no attempt to escape. The tentacles pulled the past back and were reabsorbed into Chronos's body, the past with them. Chronos spasmed as a giant mane of air grew out of his head, his teeth turned white and sharp. His torso became more muscular and claws grew out of his hands.

"Past and present," Chronos said as his head dived into two, "together once more."

Meanwhile Eros could sense what was happening behind him and was racing off as fast as his wings could carry him. He had no intention of staying and fighting a two thirds complete ancient god of time. The only comfort he took was the future wasn't with them. It would become impossible to win if the future was with them, him or whatever the right was.

Chronos soon busted through another wall and was directly behind Eros.

"I granted you permission into my home and this is how you thank me!" Chronos shouted, both heads speaking in unison.

"I'm only borrowing it, I'm only borrowing it, I swear!" Eros shouted as he flew round pillars, dodged swipes of Chronos's tail and the venom he spat.

"Thieving, thieving, thieving," shouted one of Chronos's heads,

"Kill Eros, eat his bones," shouted the other.

Eros closed his eyes and sighed.

"Why don't people ever listen to me," he said opening his eyes. He spun round on the spot and spread his wings out. Black feathers shot out of his wings like bullets and hit at Chronos's body. The god of time screamed the feathers stabbed into his eyes, torso, neck, head, hands, arms and human belly. Golden blood dripped down his skin while Eros finally saw where the entrance way had moved to. The massive white marbles doors craved with images of the sun and the stars. He flew towards it just as Chronos roared, the feathers attached to his body fizzing into decayed dust which blew away from him.

"Eros!" he shouted making the whole building rumble.

Eros and Chronos both charged at the large white marble doors that was the entrance way. Eros gritted his teeth putting everything into his momentum. Chronos caused the air to ripple as the entire building continued to shudder.

"Face me coward!" Chronos shouted.

Eros reached the door first, slamming into it with the edge of his shoulder. The door flashed into bright light as Eros phrased through the material. Chronos however smashed into the doors and bounced back, unable to pass through. Eros waved as he flew through space and time, around him the world was a swirling mess of stars and cosmic clouds. Falling away, Eros could see the floating labyrinth that was the palace of Chronos, the ultimate god of time.

Eros hissed as his body was compressed and thinned out. He was condensed into a pure beam of light, losing all feeling and focus. For the briefest instant, he saw a women and Eros wished his body was still intact so that he could cry.