Ray had turned Jayzepan into his own personal playground, slipping between identities as he moved from one beautiful woman to the next.

Once the apocalypse finally came, he watched the darkness in people's hearts unfold with cool detachment, savoring the sight of beautiful women, married and unmarried alike, crumbling in the face of hunger, thoroughly enjoying himself the whole time.

Once he'd had his fill of Jayzepan, Ray moved on to Caumeria.

He was, by this point, a god of time itself, fr