Tempestas Contra Fatum – Prologue

Fate. It had concerned the occupants of the worlds above since its inception. Mortals felt its invisible strings moving them through time. Felt the dread of knowing it was infinite and inescapable. And felt the icy fingers of its presence wrap around their mortality. Immortals were no better off, though they could escape death, they were still merely puppets under its iron grip. The Entity had once been free to shape the lives of all beings as he saw fit. But with the rise of the mortals an age ago, war had been waged for their sake, and the Entity had been imprisoned. Cast out. Supposedly contained in his cage like a rabid animal. Hidden from the world.

But he had never stopped hungering. For war. For conquest. For subjugation. He desired nothing more than freedom, and in his malice, he sensed that his time was almost come. The barest traces of his consciousness could reach the worlds above. He had watched the wars that humans waged down through millennia and he had smirked; nothing had changed since his banishment. Nothing at all. And every conflict only brought him one step closer to freedom. He had sensed the resurrection and defeat of the Titans and the Giants, the rise and fall of Apophis, and the subjugation of Loki. Mere shadows of the power he would soon wield again. Those with ambition had already listened to his whispers with keen ears and avarice, even now they moved to put wheels into motion. War and Strife would lay the seeds for the conflict to come. Wisdom's daughter had already fallen, and the Entity knew that the Son of the Sea was ready for his final purpose. Opportunity would slip through his fingers this time. Fate would rule his destiny, as it was meant to…

The Entity chuckled in his black heart. He was content to wait just a little longer. Nothing could stop him. Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos would bow to him, as would Urðr, Verðandi and Skuld, and when the conflict was over… He would be the last one standing.