Prologue
Fate anxiously watched, his form invisible in the darkness, as the mortal couple argued furiously. His aura, yet to be filled with hatred and anger, was nervous and he tried to weave a spell summoning Calmness. As an entity with the ability to weave and control the threads of Life, Fate could summon other lesser entities to do his bidding. But his enchantment shattered and failed, to his frustration. He watched the mortals continue to bicker insolently.An idea entered Fate’s head. He could summon Love! Only Love could mend a problem like this. However, Fate did not know Love could only be summoned with the help of another being. Love worked in mysterious ways, after all. So Fate attempted to call on Love. He failed, the threads of Life falling apart in his fingers. As a result, the humans stormed off in different directions, their fates no longer entwined.
Fate swore an oath to Promise, the deity of vows, that he would never summon Love again. Moreover, he would always break any ties that Love creates on any mortals he would encounter.
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Assuming his favorite form, a handsome young man, Fate strode to the edge of a cliff, where a lone man was grieving for his late wife. Fate allowed himself to be tangible, a noticeable gleam in his bright green eyes. As time passed, he could no longer hide the devilish gleam that lit up his eyes or the chaotic effect of his aura on mortals, no matter what form he took. Approaching the human like a cat would stalk its prey before pouncing, he leaned in and whispered in the man’s ear. Now an expert, Fate severed the mortal’s thread of Life as he spoke in the man’s ear, summoning Death. Without warning, the man hurled himself off the precipice, right into Death’s arms, where he waited at the bottom of the bluff.
Death subtly caught the mortal’s soul and slowly ascended to where Fate was. The other deity was grinning so energetically, his smile reached his eyes. Death, on the other hand, felt exhausted, the weight of collected souls weighing down his shoulders.
“Fate, there shall be consequences should you continue to cause unneeded tragedy for mortals,” Death intoned gravely. “Do not wait for Evil himself to curl his fingers around you.”
Fate laughed. “Mind your own business, Death. Now leave!” He nonchalantly waved Death away, who sighed and disappeared in a cloud of darkness. Fate stood there for a while, a cruel smile on his lips before likewise leaving.
Meanwhile, at the bottom of the cliff, waves pounded on the dead man’s body before wrapping their hands around him and pulling him down into oblivion.
The Divine Palace was truly a sight to behold. A magnificent structure standing guard on the heavens; legends and myths say that it was built by Dreams, a mystical being who could create anything. Formed from the finest marble and adamantine mined by Perfection, the palace’s very presence spoke of mystique and beauty. Imbued in every nook and crevice were precious stones of every kind. Sapphires, rubies, emeralds, and diamonds would sparkle most wonderfully on moonlit nights. Massive and graceful fountains filled with sparkling waters were at the center of every courtyard. It was said that any mortal who was to taste those waters would become immortal.
Fate rested idly in the palace, searching the earth for new targets. He was bored and desired to find entertainment in the mortal world below. He sipped a bittersweet wine from the slender crystal chalice in his hand, and then he suddenly grinned. His enhanced vision focused on a certain mortal couple. A pair of lovers. His favorite victims. Fate’s expression hardened and in his hand, the chalice shattered in a million shining, glittering shards, which he brushed off his hands harmlessly. Snapping his fingers, Fate vanished with a smoky cloud of mist in his wake. On the other hand, what his eyes did not catch was a figure hidden behind a pillar, who watched him leave with worried eyes.
Lorraine and John were of simple roots. They were childhood friends and had grown up together, eventually falling in love with each other. Lorraine was a town schoolteacher while John was a scholar pursuing his studies. Both were the favorite mortals of Destiny, a being Fate was soon to encounter. Fate though, had no knowledge of Destiny being Lorraine and John’s guardian. He chanced upon the couple, unseen, as they shared a moonlit walk in a small woods.
Fate stumbled upon them, both curled up at the roots of a massive oak tree, whose branches were stretched out, as if to protect Love’s treasure from Fate. Fate approached them, his nimble fingers pulling familiarly at the threads of Life. Just as he was about to cut John’s tie to Life, a powerful force blew him away, causing his spell of death to waver and fail.
Destiny stepped out from the trees, a breath-taking young woman whose usually kind eyes were blazing in anger and a touch of fear. Because of the commotion, the two mortals stirred and started to wake up. Fate’s chaotic aura radiated to them and Lorraine began to bicker with John about what roused them. As swiftly as lightning would flash, Destiny wove an enchantment, summoning the being of Memory. Memory, directed by Destiny’s magic, passed through the mortals like a ghost, wiping their minds clean, but not their emotions, and making them unconscious.
“Why target those who are bound by Love?” Destiny asked, gesturing to the mortals. “As a weaver of Life, you should not be interfering with such matters and causing death.”
“Why can I not? I have the power to do so. And I do this to save them! Death is kinder than Love in a thousand ways,” Fate retorted, the mortals forgotten.
“You may not be wrong, but that does not give you the right to kill!” Destiny’s eyes softened as she spoke. “I know of what happened those years ago. You were destined not to summon Love, at least, not yet,” she said.
“To summon Love, two deities must be present: one male and one female.” Destiny continued, reaching out a hand. “Help me. These two will remain angry with each other once they regain consciousness. Our combined powers can summon Love. Only he can mend this rift.”
Fate’s outburst and anger subsided as Destiny spoke and he searched Destiny’s face for any sign she was deceiving him, even though he could hear the sincerity in her voice. As he stretched out his arm to take her hand, a dark voice, hoarse from unuse, whispered in his ears, urging him to push Destiny away. His arm froze in midair, shaking. Destiny realized what the source of his hesitation was and coaxed Fate on. “Let go of Evil, Fate. Embrace Love.” Fate could feel an oppressing force pushing around him as he took Destiny’s hand.
As they wove together an intricate enchantment to summon Love, he noticed that a tremendous weight had been lifted off his shoulders. At last, Evil released his hold on the weaver of Life.
Fate could only watch as a bright and warm glow emanated from his and Destiny’s hands, which floated on the ground and slowly morphed into a glowing young man with a pair of beautiful, pure white wings folded behind his back.
‘So this is Love’, Fate thought. Love had a seemingly sculpted face, angular and exotic, and a slender frame. He radiated a soft but powerful aura, making Fate want to throw his arms around someone, even though auras did not usually affect him. Love bent down on a knee and gently touched the hearts of Lorraine and John, entwining their hearts, emotions, and fates together. Love straightened and began to fade in the darkness, his glow dimming. He smiled at them, and as he fully disappeared, Fate could have sworn Love was weaving a spell on him and Destiny.
“That was the strongest epitome of Love I have ever summoned,” Destiny breathed, her soft blue eyes shining. She turned to Fate and held out her hand for a second time. “How would you like to work with me for a lifetime? I would love to have you. Imagine how many mortals we could pair up!” Destiny offered. Fate, still dazed from his newfound experience, blinked in surprise. This time, he found it easy to grab Destiny’s hand.
“Offer taken. Where do you want to go next?” Fate grinned cheerfully, no trace of his cruel facade could be seen on his face.
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Death rested at his post, in the dungeons of the Divine Palace. He smiled as he gazed at the empty cells for collected souls. Fate no longer summoned him and from what he heard from spirits and other deities, the once rouge being was going around the world spreading Love with Destiny. The two were inseparable; their weaving became so beautiful and filled with love that mortals had built temples and shrines in their honor, hoping that they would be next to be blessed by Fate and Destiny.
On the other hand, Love was catching up on a quick nap in the palace courtyards, along with Fortune, Luck, Fulfillment, and other beings. Fate and Destiny had been summoning them over ten times a day. But tensions in the palace had disappeared, replaced with a happy atmosphere, thanks to Fate accepting Love. Many were congratulating Destiny for having made him go through such a transformation.
In the end, Destiny really became pleased with herself, for she had hooked a rather nice guy for a husband, who would summon Death a billion times to keep her safe from enemies. Fate had changed her fate and she became his destiny.
Death subtly caught the mortal’s soul and slowly ascended to where Fate was. The other deity was grinning so energetically, his smile reached his eyes. Death, on the other hand, felt exhausted, the weight of collected souls weighing down his shoulders.
“Fate, there shall be consequences should you continue to cause unneeded tragedy for mortals,” Death intoned gravely. “Do not wait for Evil himself to curl his fingers around you.”
Fate laughed. “Mind your own business, Death. Now leave!” He nonchalantly waved Death away, who sighed and disappeared in a cloud of darkness. Fate stood there for a while, a cruel smile on his lips before likewise leaving.
Meanwhile, at the bottom of the cliff, waves pounded on the dead man’s body before wrapping their hands around him and pulling him down into oblivion.
The Divine Palace was truly a sight to behold. A magnificent structure standing guard on the heavens; legends and myths say that it was built by Dreams, a mystical being who could create anything. Formed from the finest marble and adamantine mined by Perfection, the palace’s very presence spoke of mystique and beauty. Imbued in every nook and crevice were precious stones of every kind. Sapphires, rubies, emeralds, and diamonds would sparkle most wonderfully on moonlit nights. Massive and graceful fountains filled with sparkling waters were at the center of every courtyard. It was said that any mortal who was to taste those waters would become immortal.
Fate rested idly in the palace, searching the earth for new targets. He was bored and desired to find entertainment in the mortal world below. He sipped a bittersweet wine from the slender crystal chalice in his hand, and then he suddenly grinned. His enhanced vision focused on a certain mortal couple. A pair of lovers. His favorite victims. Fate’s expression hardened and in his hand, the chalice shattered in a million shining, glittering shards, which he brushed off his hands harmlessly. Snapping his fingers, Fate vanished with a smoky cloud of mist in his wake. On the other hand, what his eyes did not catch was a figure hidden behind a pillar, who watched him leave with worried eyes.
Lorraine and John were of simple roots. They were childhood friends and had grown up together, eventually falling in love with each other. Lorraine was a town schoolteacher while John was a scholar pursuing his studies. Both were the favorite mortals of Destiny, a being Fate was soon to encounter. Fate though, had no knowledge of Destiny being Lorraine and John’s guardian. He chanced upon the couple, unseen, as they shared a moonlit walk in a small woods.
Fate stumbled upon them, both curled up at the roots of a massive oak tree, whose branches were stretched out, as if to protect Love’s treasure from Fate. Fate approached them, his nimble fingers pulling familiarly at the threads of Life. Just as he was about to cut John’s tie to Life, a powerful force blew him away, causing his spell of death to waver and fail.
Destiny stepped out from the trees, a breath-taking young woman whose usually kind eyes were blazing in anger and a touch of fear. Because of the commotion, the two mortals stirred and started to wake up. Fate’s chaotic aura radiated to them and Lorraine began to bicker with John about what roused them. As swiftly as lightning would flash, Destiny wove an enchantment, summoning the being of Memory. Memory, directed by Destiny’s magic, passed through the mortals like a ghost, wiping their minds clean, but not their emotions, and making them unconscious.
“Why target those who are bound by Love?” Destiny asked, gesturing to the mortals. “As a weaver of Life, you should not be interfering with such matters and causing death.”
“Why can I not? I have the power to do so. And I do this to save them! Death is kinder than Love in a thousand ways,” Fate retorted, the mortals forgotten.
“You may not be wrong, but that does not give you the right to kill!” Destiny’s eyes softened as she spoke. “I know of what happened those years ago. You were destined not to summon Love, at least, not yet,” she said.
“To summon Love, two deities must be present: one male and one female.” Destiny continued, reaching out a hand. “Help me. These two will remain angry with each other once they regain consciousness. Our combined powers can summon Love. Only he can mend this rift.”
Fate’s outburst and anger subsided as Destiny spoke and he searched Destiny’s face for any sign she was deceiving him, even though he could hear the sincerity in her voice. As he stretched out his arm to take her hand, a dark voice, hoarse from unuse, whispered in his ears, urging him to push Destiny away. His arm froze in midair, shaking. Destiny realized what the source of his hesitation was and coaxed Fate on. “Let go of Evil, Fate. Embrace Love.” Fate could feel an oppressing force pushing around him as he took Destiny’s hand.
As they wove together an intricate enchantment to summon Love, he noticed that a tremendous weight had been lifted off his shoulders. At last, Evil released his hold on the weaver of Life.
Fate could only watch as a bright and warm glow emanated from his and Destiny’s hands, which floated on the ground and slowly morphed into a glowing young man with a pair of beautiful, pure white wings folded behind his back.
‘So this is Love’, Fate thought. Love had a seemingly sculpted face, angular and exotic, and a slender frame. He radiated a soft but powerful aura, making Fate want to throw his arms around someone, even though auras did not usually affect him. Love bent down on a knee and gently touched the hearts of Lorraine and John, entwining their hearts, emotions, and fates together. Love straightened and began to fade in the darkness, his glow dimming. He smiled at them, and as he fully disappeared, Fate could have sworn Love was weaving a spell on him and Destiny.
“That was the strongest epitome of Love I have ever summoned,” Destiny breathed, her soft blue eyes shining. She turned to Fate and held out her hand for a second time. “How would you like to work with me for a lifetime? I would love to have you. Imagine how many mortals we could pair up!” Destiny offered. Fate, still dazed from his newfound experience, blinked in surprise. This time, he found it easy to grab Destiny’s hand.
“Offer taken. Where do you want to go next?” Fate grinned cheerfully, no trace of his cruel facade could be seen on his face.
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Death rested at his post, in the dungeons of the Divine Palace. He smiled as he gazed at the empty cells for collected souls. Fate no longer summoned him and from what he heard from spirits and other deities, the once rouge being was going around the world spreading Love with Destiny. The two were inseparable; their weaving became so beautiful and filled with love that mortals had built temples and shrines in their honor, hoping that they would be next to be blessed by Fate and Destiny.
On the other hand, Love was catching up on a quick nap in the palace courtyards, along with Fortune, Luck, Fulfillment, and other beings. Fate and Destiny had been summoning them over ten times a day. But tensions in the palace had disappeared, replaced with a happy atmosphere, thanks to Fate accepting Love. Many were congratulating Destiny for having made him go through such a transformation.
In the end, Destiny really became pleased with herself, for she had hooked a rather nice guy for a husband, who would summon Death a billion times to keep her safe from enemies. Fate had changed her fate and she became his destiny.
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