His name was once Vey Lorien.
Born in the fractured village of Sundara Hollow, tucked between two broken timelines, he arrived in a world already falling apart. His mother died during birth. His father—an exiled chronomancer—disappeared into the folds of time shortly after.
The villagers saw him as a curse.
A child born under a sky that didn't align with any known timeline. His presence made clocks break. Stars shimmered in reverse when he cried. He spoke too late… and sometimes before he opened his mouth.
He remembered his earliest birthday.
The elders whispered:
"He shouldn't be alive.""A mistake of time.""If he dies… maybe the village will reset."
But he couldn't die.
He tried.
Once at age six—when he walked into the Riftwinds at the edge of the mountains. But the void spat him back, untouched. It left behind a mark on his arm—a shimmering glyph of time rejection.
Another time, during a village riot, he was thrown into fire.
He came out without a burn.
By twelve, he stopped speaking.
By fifteen, he was already seen as a myth.
It wasn't until the Fracture War that his curse became purpose.
An ancient temporal war broke out across the planes. Time-lords, fatewalkers, and voidspawn clashed in a battle to reshape history. Sundara Hollow was in the crossfire.
When a Rift General shattered the village gates, Vey stood in the way.
He didn't fight.
He just stood there.
And the general's sword passed through him like mist.
But the general collapsed moments later—screaming in every language at once, memories exploding in his mind. Every second of every life Vey had ever touched flowed into him like a flood.
He was undone by possibility itself.
Word spread.
The boy who could not die.The boy who made you see everything you lost.The Last Heir of Absence.
The armies wanted him. Not to kill—but to use.
The Time Forgers offered him power. The Nexus Watchers promised him godhood. Even the remnants of the Chronomancer's cult offered him the Fifth Blade, reforged.
But he refused them all.
Until he realized something.
"If no one will protect me… I will protect myself from everything."
He began devouring lost timelines, hiding in them, weaving himself into forgotten spaces. Each fragment he absorbed made him stronger.
Not just in power.
In detachment.
Love, rage, fear—he had too much of all of them.
So he erased them, one by one.
Until only Veyrix remained.
"Why?" Akuzai had asked.
Veyrix answered now, standing beneath the cold moonlight:
"Because if you erase the pain… the love fades too.And I was tired of remembering what I never had."
Thus, Vey Lorien—the unwanted child—became Veyrix, the God of Unwritten Memory.
And now…
He was ready to make the world forget everything.