Chapter Three
As they got closer to the city, buildings started appearing. At first, they were small camps, just tents around a campfire, then shoddily built houses, then finally they found themselves on roads made of cobblestone, with larger buildings lining the streets. It was like walking through a hellish version of Las Vegas. How that was possible, he didn't know.
More ugly creatures, which Percy realized were demons, milled about the streets. Some were just laying on the streets, looking like the homeless people back in New York. He saw one in an alley, snorting, was that blood? The demon took out a vial of red liquid, that looked suspiciously like blood, poured it on the ground in a line, before snorting it like it was cocaine. It's head shot back like someone had fired a shotgun at its face.
Moving past that, many of the demons looked at Nico and Percy with distasteful glares. Percy could tell what they were saying, they didn't belong here. Percy glared at one back, utilizing the lessons Lupa had taught him back at the wolf house oh so long ago. The demon backed up, as did some of the demons around it.
Percy trudged forward, putting his hands in his pocket. His right hand wrapped around Riptide. Nico narrowed his eyes at Percy as he followed behind the Son of Poseidon. He caught up to him and said, "Are you alright, man?"
"I'm fine." Percy said, not looking back.
"And I'm a son of Apollo. What's going on?"
"Nothing. Let's just focus on what we are here to do."
"Whatever you say." Nico said, deciding to talk to him later.
They came to a road that seemed to act as a border. In front of them was the castle. It was even more imposing up close. It was made of black stone with dull glowing orange veins, almost like lava. A bright orange glow came from the windows, like inside the castle was just a giant fire. They were facing a tall set of stairs, with an open doorway at the top, the same glow coming from it as well.
They started to walk up the stairs. Their shoes made clicking sounds against the stone. The stairs seemed to go on forever. A countless flight. They eventually made it to the top and were met with an unwelcome sight. The entrance to the castle almost seemed to resemble the open mouth of a monster. There was a large arch doorway with no doors. A portcullis was raised, the spikes on the bottom resembling sharp teeth.
A sinking feeling appeared in Percy's stomach as he crossed the threshold. The clacking of their shoes echoed off of the stone walls. They walked into a large courtyard. A path went straight ahead to the keep of the castle. On either side was blood red grass that looked soft as it waved due to a nonexistent wind. There were a couple of trees, looking diseased and sickly. The leaves were gone, much like the tree he had first seen when he entered Hell.
They followed the path and entered the keep. The castle was a grand building, reaching untold heights and widths. The inside was no less impressive. Off the bat, to both the right and left was a large staircase that went to the upper levels, disappearing around a corner. In front of them was the throne room. Well, throne hall was more appropriate.
A large hall that was mostly empty. There was a throne on the other end, sitting in front of a large fireplace that made the throne look like a chair from a dollhouse. There were a couple of banners hanging from the ceiling, a reverse pentagram in white on black fabric. Along both walls, near the ceiling, were balconies.
Percy felt a shudder go down his spine as he realized why the room was mostly empty. There was nothing to attract one's attention. No, instead, all of your focus was on the throne, or, rather, the King who sat upon it.
Lucifer. The Morningstar. Son of the Morning. Prince of Darkness. Antichrist. Tempter. The Devil.
The first thing Percy noticed, he was beautiful. He possessed some otherworldly beauty, the kind he had only before noticed in Gods and Goddesses. He had wavy blonde hair and amber eyes. His jawline was intense. He was lounging on his throne, his head propped up by his fist as he watched him and Nico approach. His fingers were long and nimble, perfect for a musician. He wore a tuxedo, a white shirt with black coat and a white bow tie. From far away, he almost looked exactly like David Bowie, save for the eyes. He had two large, white, feathery wings on his back, spread out, casting a silhouette in the fire behind him.
He seemed to glow with a golden light. In hell, where everything was dark, with tones of red and black, he was the only pure light. It must've been his handiwork that created the star above the castle.
Percy and Nico approached the king. Lucifer just watched, seeming like a beast in repose. Nico stepped in front of Percy and bowed. The son of Poseidon followed suit.
"Lord Lucifer." Nico said, his voice coming out stronger and more confident than usual. "We are here—"
"Rise." Lucifer said. His voice was like honey and everything sweet. Like auditory ambrosia. It made Percy nervous. A sweet voice for a sharp tongue. Nico and Percy rose, following the King's directions. "I know why you are here. The demons, correct?"
Lucifer straightened and stretched, before twisting his neck, loud cracks echoing.
"Yes, Lord." Nico said.
Lucifer's lips split into a microscopic smile. "I'll stop sending them. I have what I want now."
Percy stayed silent, wanting to get as much information as possible. He let Nico do the talking, the Son of Hades was much more respectful than he was, having interacted with even more Gods than he has. Better to not piss off the Lord of Hell, who was probably one of the most powerful beings in existence.
"My Lord? What is that?"
Lucifer's grin widened a tiny bit, exposing his perfect, white, teeth. His eyes settled on Percy. He took a deep breath and stood up. He was tall, taller than both of the demigods, by about a foot. "Percy Jackson. My, what a mortal if I've ever seen one." He walked over to the Son of Poseidon and looked down at him. "How's Annabeth doing?"
Percy somehow froze while feeling burning rage in his chest. It hadn't even been a full day and yet, here stood this supernatural being poking at a sore spot because, why? What reason could Lucifer have, except for if he—"
"I didn't cause your breakup, Perseus." Lucifer said, walking around the demigod, examining him.
"Then how-"
Lucifer put a finger to his lips. He used his other hand to pull up the right side of Percy's upper lip, examining his teeth. "Yes, you'll do very nicely." He muttered. "After the stories I've heard, shouldn't be too hard to train."
Percy felt both on edge and strangely relaxed. Lucifer examining him and muttering was like ASMR, but the idea of what he could possibly be examining him for, well, it innerved him. "You said you wanted me down here. Why?"
"I'm bored." Lucifer said, before walking away.
"Of?"
"This." Lucifer gestured around.
"Of being king?"
"Of everything. All of it. He's just laughing at me." Lucifer looked up at the ceiling, glowering angrily.
"Who's laughing at you?"
Lucifer whirled around. "Are you dense, boy?! My Father, God! Everything, all of this, all of creation, it's his! His great and ineffable plan!" He calmed himself. "How much do you know? About me? About God?"
"Uhhh, you're like, the big bad evil guy, right? You cause all evil and stuff?"
Lucifer scoffed. "And stuff." He shook his head unbelievingly. "What are they teaching kids these days?" He muttered. He turned around and raised a hand. Fire began to dance along his fingertips. "No, I am called evil because I see the truth. I see God's tyranny, blatant as it is. Him and his great plan. No, I am called evil because I rebelled. And yet, even my rebellion was planned."
Percy was silent, as he watched Lucifer stare into the flames . His eyes shifted to the flames and saw images in the fire. Lucifer floated in the air, wings spread, dressed in a suit of armor. He held a sword wreathed in flames. Behind him floated hundreds of angels, each one dressed in armor and holding swords. Percy watched as Lucifer led an assault against a bunch of other angels. The battle was bloody, with both sides taking many casualties. Swords ran through chests, heads rolled, one angel was bisected vertically.
"I was young and arrogant, then. I knew of God's tyranny, and I believed I could do better. I still do. But I see clearer now." Lucifer closed his hand, extinguishing the flame. He turned his head to gaze at Percy. "My rebellion was planned, a rebellion worth nothing. But I have plans. I will free myself from my Father."
Percy stared at Lucifer. He was thinking of a way this related back to him.
"You're part of my plan, Perseus. But I had to get you down here first. I knew Zeus would eventually grow distrustful of your father, and accuse him of treason. I knew your father would defend himself, which would lead to a war between the two. I knew Poseidon would take you to Hades. Then all I had to do was send some demons into his domain. Hades, having one of the greatest heroes in his realm, would obviously send him down to deal with his problem. And here you are."
"Bullshit. You couldn't have known all of that."
Lucifer laughed. "How little you know."
"You couldn't have known how it would all play out. There's too many variables. Too many things that could go wrong."
"Perseus, nothing could go wrong. I know your Gods. The world is an open book, and some words stand out from the page. When you've been alive as long as I have, you learn to read the fuckin' book."
"So you got me here. Why?"
Lucifer tsked. "So impatient, Perseus. Does it not please you to be part of my plan? A plan far greater than my father's?"
"My mom told me never to be part of a stranger's plan."
"You will. You will."
"What if I refuse to be a part of it? I denied Kronos's plan, what makes you think I'll join yours?"
Lucifer smiled widely. "Because it involves what you do best. Fighting."
"You want me to fight for you? Not a chance."
"You misunderstand me. You won't be fighting for me, you will be fighting me."
"You want me to fight you? What, do you want to finally be the one who kills me? Do you and all the monsters of the world have a betting pool and you need the cash?"
"No, Perseus. I need you to fight me, and I need you to kill me."
"No. I'm not gonna be part of the Devil's suicide. Find someone else."
Percy turned around to leave, but there Lucifer was, blocking the exit. "I'm King here. And what I say, goes. And I say, you can't leave." He turned to Nico. "As for you, go tell your father what happened here."
Lucifer waved his hand and in a flash of light, Nico was gone, leaving Percy in the throne room with the Devil.
"Mephistopheles!" Lucifer called.
A pale man with very sharp features entered the room. His beard was pointed, his cheekbones and jawline were sharp, his fingernails were tapered, even his clothes were pointed, from his shoes to his suit jacket. He, like Lucifer, wore a suit, except his was more dated, like something out of Peaky Blinders. "Yes, Lord?" He said, bowing before Lucifer.
"Show Perseus to his room. And please, treat him like a treasured guest. Make him feel welcome."
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Nico appeared in his father's office in a bright flash of light. Hades was there, sitting at his desk, reading yet another stack of paperwork. He barely glanced up at the bright light.
"Father." Nico said, bowing.
"Son, you know you don't have to bow." He said without looking up. He finished reading the page and looked up. "Where is Jackson?"
"Lucifer kept him. He needs Percy to kill him for some sort of plan he has."
"Did he agree to stop sending demons?"
"He said he only did it so you would send Percy to him."
Hades stood up. "Most fortunate. While my brother won't be happy to hear where his son is, he will be content with the fact that he is alive."
"Father, what's going to happen to Percy? If he kills Lucifer?"
"There's one rule in Hell, Nico. The demons, they only respect strength. If Percy kills Lucifer, he will be hailed as the King. Which will either strengthen him or kill him."
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When Lucifer told Mephistopheles to make him feel welcome, Percy expected the worst. He did not expect to be given a spacious room with a nice bed. Besides that, it was empty. Mephistopheles closed the door saying, "Whenever you're ready, Lord Lucifer would be more than happy to explain everything to you."
Percy didn't leave his room for a while. It felt like an eternity, and he couldn't exactly tell how much time passed. It could have been a minute, could've been a century. He lied on the cold, hard ground, not wanting to touch the bed out of spite. He laid there feeling his body use his energy to just exist. Soon he was hungry, then he was starving.
When he did eventually leave the room, he heard talking coming from the throne room. He snuck down to the balcony he had seen when he first entered the room. He peeked over the railing.
Lucifer sat on his throne. Standing next to him was Mephistopheles. Before them stood a tall, fat man covered in hair. He had a dozen small sharp teeth, with drool leaking from his mouth as he talked. He wore a large white apron with a million pockets, a tool in each one. "What was your rebellion compared to this! What has anyone done equal to this! I dug into the mind of God! I can read his thoughts! His memories! That alone should put me on that throne!"
Lucifer stood up. "Then take it from me, Scoria."
The aforementioned Scoria pulled out a hammer from his apron and charged at Lucifer. Scoria was big and his charge was more like a lumber. Lucifer on the other hand, was smaller and a lot faster. Faster than the eye could see, he was behind Scoria. The Devil plunged his hand into the demon's back, black blood coating Lucifer's arm. He withdrew his hand to reveal Scoria's beating heart.
Scoria turned around and swung his hammer at Lucifer, who grabbed the flat head of the hammer and stopped it with his free hand. Then, looking Scoria in the eyes, he took a bite out of the heart. Black blood dribbled down Lucifer's chin, dripping down onto his tuxedo.
Scoria froze as his mind seemed to finally catch up with what was happening. Black blood leaked down his back, falling onto the floor, looking like a puddle of oil. He fell backwards, dead.
"Mephistopheles, take him to his workshop. Let him rot."
"Yes, Lord."
Mephistopheles walked forward and grabbed one of Scoria's legs and began dragging him out of the throne room. A trail of demon blood followed behind.
Lucifer sat back down on his throne. He kept his eyes forward as he spoke, "I know you're there, Perseus. Come down."
Having been spotted, and scared shitless of what Lucifer was capable of doing, having just witnessed him plunge his hand into a demon's back and rip his heart out, he followed Lucifer's command.
He walked into the throne room, where Lucifer still sat on his throne, his hand and chin still stained black. He watched Percy approach. He reminded Percy of a beast in repose, a predator watching its prey, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.
Percy stopped before the throne, eyeing Lucifer warily. He subconsciously rested his hand above his pocket, where Riptide was kept. If Lucifer planned on attacking him, he needed to be ready.
Lucifer stood up and gestured to the left. Percy turned his head slightly, enough to look at what he was gesturing at, but also keeping an eye on the Devil at the same time. Through an open door, he saw a long dining table with a feast of food laid out. "Dinner?" The King spoke. "I'm sure you're hungry. So fragile in that regard, you mortals."
Percy's stomach, despite his best wishes, grumbled at the mention of food.
"I'm not going to attack you." Lucifer said. "I just want to discuss our situation."
"Eating Underworld food damns you there. Is that the same here?" He asked, his voice even.
Lucifer shook his head. "There's no trick, Perseus—"
"Percy. If you're not trying to trick me, then it's Percy."
"Of course, Percy." Lucifer stepped off and walked towards the door. Percy followed behind him. As they passed the threshold of the room, Lucifer gestured to the chair closest to the door, before walking across the room to the chair on the other end of the table.
Percy sat down and kept his eyes on Lucifer. His mouth was watering from the aroma of all the food on the table. But he restrained himself. He didn't want to eat a morsel until Lucifer started. 'I've been in the demigod business too long.' He thought.
Lucifer reached over and used some tongs to grab a slab of steak. He started to cut it while looking up at Percy. The Son of Poseidon picked up a buttered roll and took a bite right after Lucifer did.
Lucifer swallowed and rested his hands in his lap. "Well?"
Percy nodded. "It's good." Which was an understatement. It was the best damn roll he had ever had. The bread was airy and soft, with just the right amount of butter that just melted on the tongue. He had to stop himself from just ripping it apart like a wild beast. He needed to remain dignified in front of the king.
In the back of his brain, he was wondering why he cared so much about how he presented himself to the literal Devil. He didn't have an answer.
Lucifer cut another piece of steak and stuck it in his mouth. "I have to say, you mortals have some pretty good food." He waved a hand over his glass and it filled with an orangish liquid. "Good alcohol too." He said, before taking a sip. He noticed that Percy's glass was empty. "Well, go ahead. They're enchanted, much like your goblets back at Camp."
Percy looked at his glass and silently wished, 'Blue Coke'. The glass filled with a liquid the shade of cobalt blue. He took a sip and was suddenly reliving his first day at Camp Half-Blood. Right after his mother had been taken and he'd been introduced into the world of the Gods, almost nine years ago. The realization that he was old dawned on him, and suddenly he wanted to cry.
"Percy. We must speak on why you are here."
"You want to kill yourself. Big whoop, so did I a couple of times."
"No." Lucifer wagged a finger before cutting himself another piece of steak. "It's not that I want to die. No, what I want is to escape my father's plan. I want to be free of his tyranny. But it seems that the only way to do that, is by my death."
"And why do you want me to kill you? Like, me specifically?"
"What an honor it would be, to be killed by the great Percy Jackson. But also, I need to make it look believable. If I were to just die by any old chap, well, I fear the demons wouldn't take too kindly to that. But if you kill me, all should be well."
"The demons won't take kindly, what do you mean?"
Lucifer sighed. "The demons, they respect strength. It's the only reason they respect me. I slayed the previous warden and as such, they respect me. They believe me to be the strongest among them. Of course, there are a few who break that mold, like Scoria, as you saw. But if I were to be slain by some random mortal, the demons would revolt. They would take the world by storm, and nothing could stop them."
"And you think I could kill you with no repercussions?"
"I do. So, you in?"
Percy reached over and grabbed another roll and sighed. "Fine. But let me finish eating first."
After dinner, when Mephistopheles returned, Lucifer took Percy to the castle courtyard. "I want to test your skills. We need this to look as realistic as possible."
Percy pulled out Riptide and uncapped the pen, his sword springing into his hand. A sword materialized in Lucifer's hand before the Fallen Angel swiped at Percy's head. The strike was fast, almost faster than Percy's eyes could see. He brought Riptide up and blocked the strike.
"Not bad." Lucifer commented. He swung his sword again, this time at Percy's chest. Percy blocked again, this time rolling under the swing and stabbing at Lucifer's chest. The Devil, quicker than light itself, deflected the blow. Percy's eyes widened as he realized just how outclassed he was.
Lucifer swung again, faster than Percy could block, and nicked the demigod's arm. A small line of red blood started to ooze out of his arm.
Percy charged at Lucifer and leapt at him, swinging his sword. Lucifer kicked him in the chest before he could make contact. Percy flew back before crashing into the ground, landing in a heap. He struggled to catch his breath as his chest felt like a battering ram had crashed into his chest.
He slowly got to one knee as Lucifer approached him. The King of Hell leveled his sword at Percy's neck. "Not bad, but you need to be better. Go rest."
Lucifer walked away, back into the castle and presumably, to his throne. Percy fell back onto the ground trying to catch his breath. He stared at the cavern ceiling above, noting how, through the sulfurous clouds, he could see stalactites.
Next to him, Riptide disappeared, the familiar weight reappearing in his pocket. He slowly caught his breath. The sounds of footsteps drew his attention. A demon, which resembled a large tarantula, every hair sharp as a razor. Its abdomen was covered in boils. Its face was like that of a man's, with its fangs protruding out of its mouth. It passed by Percy, looking at the demigod curiously, before walking into the palace.
Percy got to his feet and walked into the palace, taking the stairs and walking to his room. He collapsed on his bed and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
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It was quite some time later when Percy finally faced Lucifer for real. The King decided that he wanted the entirety of Hell to see the battle, to lay witness to the death of their Sovereign. He ordered the construction of an arena in the Wrath District. The residents were really excited about it, as they would have a place to satisfy their bloodlust.
He didn't know whether Hell had a construction crew, or what, but if it did, they deserved a pay raise, because the arena was built quickly. What took the longest time was Lucifer to finally decide that Percy was ready.
The demigod sat inside the hallway to the arena's center, his head leaning back against the wall. This was the third time he was fighting in an arena for the entertainment of others. The first time was back in the Labyrinth, the second was back in the Colosseum in Rome. He hated the fact that this was the third time it was happening.
A heavy ball of dread settled in his stomach. He didn't expect Lucifer to go too easy on him. While the King of Hell outclassed him in every way, and he was going to go easy because of it, Lucifer was surely going to make him work for it. He could practically feel how sore his body was going to be afterwards.
Outside, he could hear the cheering of demons, horrific cries for the shedding of blood, likely his. He highly doubted any of the demons would support him over the king they've had since just after the beginning of time. A voice rose above the cheers.
"DEMONS! TODAY, A NEWCOMER HAS CHALLENGED OUR KING, LUCIFER, FOR THE THRONE OF HELL!"
Percy froze. Is that what excuse Lucifer had given for the battle? He hoped the demons didn't actually expect him to become their king when all was said and done. Lucifer had to be lying. He was the Prince of Lies after all, right?
"INTRODUCING, OUR VERY OWN KING OF HELL, SOVEREIGN OF A BILLION YEARS, LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR!"
The cheering of the demons grew louder. Through the gates, percy could see Lucifer walk out, still dressed in his tuxedo, though unbuttoned, and missing the bowtie. He held a sword in his hand, pointed towards the ground.
"INTRODUCING THE CHALLENGER, A MAN FROM A FAR AWAY PLACE, uh,..." The voice paused. "Percy Jackson?" It came out like a question.
The gate rose, and Percy stood up. He put his hands in the pockets of his jeans and walked into the arena. He was greeted with jeers and threats.
Percy stared down Lucifer, who imperceptibly nodded at him. The demigod looked around. Demons crowded the bleachers. In what seemed to be a press box, sat seven demons, each one as different from each other. There was a large fly, a large serpent, a red demon with horns, along with four others.
One of the seven was standing, with a microphone in his hands. He was a frail old man, with golden jewelry adorning every inch of skin. "READY, FIGHTERS?"
Percy and Lucifer both nodded.
"Then may the strongest win."
Percy pulled out Riptide and uncapped the pen. Lucifer's sword lit up in flames. Percy's eyes widened. He knew Lucifer had control of fire, more control than Leo could ever hope to achieve, but he didn't expect the Devil to use it on his sword.
Lucifer swung his sword first, aiming for Percy's head. The demigod ducked, the fire from the sword coming dangerously close to burning off his long hair. He came up and swung his sword at Lucifer, who jumped back.
Percy charged at Lucifer, deciding to take the offensive. He feinted to the left before actually striking to the right, a trick that Lucifer saw through easily. Once again, Percy was struck by just how challenging Lucifer would be as an opponent. He didn't see an easy fight ahead of him. Then again, that's why Lucifer had been training him like a dog the past few months.
Lucifer countered the feint with a strike of his own. Percy barely blocked, and the force behind the strike caused his arm to shake. Pain flared in his forearm. He needed to dodge Lucifer's strikes, not block. If he blocked, his arm would become useless. And if that happened, well, Lucifer was the one who wanted to die, but if it didn't look convincing enough, the Devil might just kill him to save face.
Lucifer raised his free hand and a ball of fire started to form. He threw it at Percy, who swung his sword, swiping through the fireball and dissipating it. He wished there was water in Hell, but nothing. The only thing was the shower Lucifer had installed for him, but that was too far away to be of any use.
The Devil threw another fireball that Percy dissipated again. He charged forward as Lucifer summoned another fireball, taking advantage of the conjuring time. He thrust forward with Riptide. Lucifer jumped back, before taking off the ground with his wings. He floated up into the air.
He swept down, swinging at Percy, who ducked under the attack. The heat from the sword was strong, enough that he was already starting to sweat from it. Lucifer flew back up into the air again. Percy had no way to get to him. No way to attack him. Unless…
It was a stupid idea, but he had to try. He waited for Lucifer to sweep down again, threw his sword to the ground, and crouched. As Lucifer came in for a strike, Percy rolled back and sprung up, reaching for the Fallen Angel.
His hands grasped Lucifer's ankles. He felt his feet leave the ground as Lucifer took off into the air. The Devil looked down, wanting to see why he felt heavier than normal. Seeing the demigod hanging from his ankles, he jabbed his sword at him. Percy let go of one of the ankles, allowing himself to move back, missing the sword. The heat of the flaming blade warmed his face.
He used his free hand to grab a higher part of Lucifer's leg. He climbed the Devil's body before grasping at his wings. He took a hold of them and began pushing and pulling them. Lucifer started to soar through the air at Percy's control. As he controlled the Fallen Angel's flight, he felt his pen reappear in his pocket.
They started to divebomb towards the arena's floor. Percy pulled back on the wings, allowing Lucifer to narrowly avoid eating shit. They glided back higher into the air, before falling back into a flip.
The wind was rustling in Percy's ears, as was the blood roaring. He needed to end this. He let go of one of the wings and pulled Riptide out of his pocket. He uncapped teh sword and held it high before driving it into Lucifer's back. The Devil's body went rigid.
Percy aimed for the ground and jumped off before Lucifer crashed into the ground. He rolled, absorbing the impact and came up onto his feet. He twirled around to see Lucifer laying in a heap on the ground, Riptide still in his back. He walked over to the Devil, breathing heavily.
Percy pulled the sword from Lucifer's back and dropped it on the ground before rolling Lucifer over. The Fallen Angel stared at him with his amber eyes. A small smile was tugging on his lips.
Lucifer's lips were moving, but nothing but whispers were coming out. Percy leaned into listen, and he recognized that Lucifer was singing softly. "There's a starman… waiting…waiting in the sky. He… He's told us not to blow it…"
Lucifer didn't finish the song as he closed his eyes and took a final breath. The body stilled and for a second, a silence settled over the arena. The silence of Death.
The demons were frozen in shock. Stunned that someone had killed their king. But before they could react, Lucifer's body exploded.
Percy flew back, banging his head against the ground, knocking him unconscious.
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In a cave beyond time, three elderly women wove string into a beautiful tapestry. One spun the string, one measured the string, and one cut the string. On the wall of the cave was a large tapestry, far larger than any of the women. In fact, it was larger than most skyscrapers. Many images were depicted in the fabric.
The Golden Fleece, the face of Medusa, Odin hanging from Yggdrasil with a spear through his body, a massive dog headed human holding scales.
One of the women was humming a tune as she measured the string. Suddenly, smoke filled the room. They looked around, trying to find the source when they were met with a terrible sight. The tapestry was on fire!
The wool burned fast. In seconds, nothing remained but ash and the sobs of the three women.
Throughout the Universe, the fabric of reality shuddered. The Cosmic Scales were unbalanced. Chaos was in control for now…
Destiny had been undone. The Great Plan unraveled.
Fate was no more.