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A/N: I actually wrote this for a prompt, only to realise that it was supposed to be a crossover, and I couldn't really do that to this story without stretching it out of shape. So I wrote a different story for the prompt, and am posting this separately.
A/N2: Language is a bit strong in this one.
Fate is a bitch who wants to make you her whore.
And if that isn't bitter enough, shall I go on? Shall I talk about girls torn from their normal lives to fight things that should remain firmly in the imaginations of horror story writers? Or should I talk about yet other girls who never got to have normal lives, who were conscripted as little more than babies to live cloistered lives until maybe, maybe, they got to be fated (but not fêted) monster killers.
I hate Fate, and her twin sister Prophecy, with the proverbial fire of a thousand suns, and I always will, because they have consumed nearly everyone I know. And, yes, I sometimes wonder if it does not lend an edge to my rancour that I, alone it seems, have escaped the bitch twins' gaze, but then I am thankful. Because that leaves me free to mess with their plans. And mess I do.
Let's say it's a mutual hatred, shall we?