Fate is a fickle thing.
It twists and turns, unsure.
It is never changing.
They expected the need to be replaced.
They expected time to go on beyond their seemingly mortal bodies.
They anticipated successors.
Slowly, they become jaded.
Slowly, their minds become darker.
Soon, they become stuck in their ways.
They hoped to cleanse the world.
They hoped to fix the past.
They hoped to avoid the influence of their predecessors.
Soon they start to bicker.
Like their father's before them, they mistrust.
They wouldn't recognize themselves in the mirror.
They are their parents before them.
Isolated, they hide in their castle in the sky.
The cycle repeats.