Aknaid pressed on, enduring the cold. He was wrapped up in various articles of clothing, protecting himself from the frost. He had grown used to the ice, as it was the element his father would toy for amusement. He thought about the childhood he didn't spend with him, for he lived in am alternate timeline. He grew up with his father dead, buried, and his soul nonphysical. It was by his own doing that he took it upon him to change his own past, his own fate, and travel back in time to save his father. His mother was there at the time of that great battle... and once Aknaid died, so did the child from existence in her womb. Time was being rewritten. And the Demon of Life gave a second breath to his son, the Demon of Time. This was an odd burden to live with, to be raised as a child at the age of his early twenties. His parents made up for it, as Pandora was empty. Aknaid couldn't help but feel happy to know that Urban City was Aknaid's birthday present. It was his gift. But at the time he disliked the silence and the emptiness. He begged his father for people to enjoy the city with him, as as he wished, Tenshioni was created. But she was not enough for his child. So Kaseki made him another creation. The very think Aknaid hated... and that he wasn't sure if he loved his father for doing so.
Years past as the three lived in that city, building things to hide themselves from the other. And as Pandora begun to fill with souls, Aknaid opened up his walls to the wanderers.
"You are an interesting man, Kaseki." Aknaid said as he pushed through the light snow, "... thank you for being my father."