It was sweet faced Clotho, the youngest of the fates, who spun the thread of life.
Then her sister Lachesis, cousin to vipers, measured out the length of the thread and wrote each man's fate along its path.
In her own time came the oldest sister, the Moirai Atropos who took her fearful shears and cut the thread, spinning the attached soul into the darkness.
Atropos never knew fear or sympathy or love. No empathy stayed her hand. There was always more work to be done, more names to remove from her book. Her dearest brother, Death, provided the list.