The universe is so vast and we are so small.
In the end we can only control one thing.
Whether we are good or whether we are evil
Where to end?
A kiss.
That's where it always ends, whether it's from death or love. It always ends with a kiss. Things always change for better or worse which can rarely be seen at the time especially by those involved.
They say that hindsight is the only truly clear vision. That's bull-shit and he knew it. Even looking back after almost two years his vision is still clouded by pain and betrayal but what really gets to him was the knowledge that he knew it would happen and he let himself ...hope.
As he looked around the apartment he was in he felt the same way as the room looked, empty. The apartment was neat and tidy but at the same time gave a look of a place in which someone did not live but rather where they came to sleep and do other necessities.
He no longer had any goals in life bar the desire to simply beat the other guy, until the one that was better then he came along, and then he would be free to burn. But until that day he got up every morning went to work, took everything that the world in general and his boss in particular could throw at him then went to a bar got drunk and picked up some women for sex. He'd done exactly the same things for almost two years.
Things were about to change.
She watched him. She had watched him for almost his entire life, he had almost killed her after all, it tends to create an interest. As she sat on he throne made of the few remaining pieces of those who had tried to stop her in the past she came to a conclusion. He was the one. He had the strength and skill, that much was clear, to be the swinging point that would in the end be called on to decide the fate of the universe.
She was beautiful her long dark hair cascaded down a voluptuous if petite body giving her a look that was almost elvish. At the same time however something seemed to be missing she gave of an incompleteness which caused most of those who laid eyes on her discomfort at least until they looked into her eyes, they caused terror. The were black throughout so much so they seemed almost blue and seemed to stretch on for eternity while being filled with small pieces of what might have been light or what may have been something far more terrifying.
As she looked at him through a viewing pool she created millennia before from the blood of the last pure Centaur she felt a pang of desire. Looking at him bought out something that she thought had disappeared long ago. She knew her daughters felt the same way. She didn't know what it was. It wasn't the body, which had most women falling on their knees for him. She supposed it was the scar. The only visible indication of what was truly on the inside. Most, she knew, thought his eyes were the way to his soul. They were wrong she mused. The scar, the fierce streak of red was the only true representation of his soul and what he truly was.
She would let her daughters play their games with him. She knew that they would destroy each other before they even came close to breaking him. Even if they somehow managed to break him their fighting over the pieces would mean that either way she won.
'Yes' she thought as she returned to the cavern leaving the viewing the games would reveal the truth, the only thing worse then the lies. She knew that they would make him speak true and all the secrets and all of the lies from each of them would come out and the web of lies that had existed for decades would come undone and then... well then the world will be ready for her grand entrance. It would be ready for her pain and vengeance to be unleashed upon it.
And it would be lost
In a place where time means nothing, death means little and life means even less they sit and they watch. They are the ones who enforce the rules of those beyond power conceivable by all others. They are unfeeling they care only that the game continues and the laws obeyed. They are blind to all excuses and pleadings they are the Auditors they are the final Justice, they are the rules, they are the balance, they are the ones who make sure what goes up comes down, that measure to make sure that every action has an equal and opposite reaction but just because justice is blind it doesn't mean that it's fair. They are the most powerful force below the creator itself however there are forces that even they cannot control.
She and her sisters are one of these forces
No god, devil, angel or demon could stand against the four creatures arguably as powerful as the creator. To the Auditors they are the ultimate wild cards who were completely uncontrollable at times working both for and against justice at the same time. It was learned rather quickly that they were beyond everything that had become before and since and everyone understood the simplistic message that the sisters gave.
No one screws with Destiny, Fate and Vengeance
It was the last sister however who was the most feared and welcomed. She was subtle and quiet and most of all unpredictable but at the same time gave the air of someone following a plan. She was distant to all other gods and had even gone against her sisters on numerous occasions and won. She was unlike all others uninterested in the bigger picture preferring the smaller ones it was this preference which lead her to her currant dilemma.
People say that the gods play games with the lives of mortal men. They are wrong. Men play games with the lives of mortal men. This is the reason that life is so merciless and cruel the gods merely watch occasionally intervening to give the extra turn of the screw which causes snapping of minds and breaking of spirits and the game falling to new levels entertained and knowing that they could not create such a master tapestry of betrayals, cruelties and pain on their own. They were content in the knowledge that there place as players and controllers was secure.
She however knew differently
There is one who could change the game. He like a few dozen others before him had ...potential had the strength to do what had to be done and it was whispered that he could be the greatest of all of them. Fewer then 12 had lived up to this potential. Fewer then 12 had lived up to this final Fantasy
As she watched him pick up his blade she made a decision the would forever echo in the sacred hallways
"Yes, young lion you will have your chance."
After all was said and done Luck always did have a certain affinity for the underdogs.