episode.1.one

chapter.one: fatally_errored

broken, torn and befuddled;
that is her stance. step by step—taking her chance
through a battlefield of nothing she seems to come and what she brings
is none but ambition. but it seems you were to late to witness a fight this grand,
maybe try a Prequel for such a thing; one that ofcourse does not exist yet...
and yes, back to her. Who is still failing to not be in great condition.
so naturally, another damned helps the poor god.

"...desa? (...you look battered)" he turns.
his face now shining like a star; because the person—
seams to have a head for one instead. "c r e a t i o n" she speaks as her vocal
cords reverbrate, equalizing with every word. loud and quite at the same time.
" b u t y o u k n o w t h - "yeah, world project go deletey deletey so, me go save
the damsels, cough heroes i mean" holding her up to his shoulder "and I have a
name you know?" " f a t e w a s i t ? " she aclaims to 'fate' "it's been a nice long
eternity knowing you, ...godesa" looking to his side. beholding a god
become vapor and then

"what the fu- fate gets startled as she violently pushes him aside.
stabbing herself with her last strength; godesa rips her heart out as she
dissapears. from memories. from this world. from forever she stop being.

godesa's existence fades to null vapor
but, something remains, persistent.

"still a crazy person in her last moment" fate non-chalantly picks up the
pulsating core tossing it up; then catching said core "the hard part is done..."
shrugging he continues "not like they're gonna bet on fighting the world itself"
cough "we're not on those chains of ev-

his monologue comming to a stop as he flinches to ear piercing roar
animalistic almost, "type shi- mist piles like sand grains; sounds of wires
breaking, fleash ripping. something lowers—decending upwards. as it's six
hands snap that bind it to the sky. revealing it's three heads, a scalish draconic
body, dropping down thud "we heard the grass..." standing up it continues
"greener on your side of the fence" listining uncarefully fate chuckles steping
closer to the thing "you know— taking another heavy step "...fatel" as 'fatel'
grins. that is, until fate shifts a kick in its face as he barely avoids the fatel blow

"buddy what's the hold up?!" fate questions him, backing to wind a kick
"the hold up is up holding..." fatel slams his fists on the ground sprinting
towards fate 'what even?' fate monologues while fatel falls yelling "...brother!"
"stop!" fate takes back steady steps jumping getting away from fatel; whose eyes
getting redder, greener, bluer and a murderous intent sliding toward him slowly

'brother is...' fatel talks to none "...you are forgetting some crucial shit! brother"
fate sighs 'the damn worl- right through the chest and heart existent to none
aahrg! he lets out screems muffeled "that's right!" fatel steps forward
the ground raising below his feet as he towers over "you can call me—

—the ɐsǝpoƃfucking world itself, ...sibᴉlng!"

fate smirks as he lifts his head up "bitch, your shor- huh?"
looking around to nothing the hole through his body there no more.
"dis' but a badly planned dream" he exclaims reaching to his pockets.
"..." a little panic becomes visible "shit" staring at the half taken heart of a god
fate lets go, stumbling down to the bottom of the grounds surface
"fuck, my life"

chapter.two: gods_or_frauds?

somewhere else
another world perhaps?
doesn't matter though, it's already sucumbing to eternity
in the end 'eternity' does infact comes off as hyperbole. Trust me,
it's the least unusual thing you'll read.

buildings crumble under pure nothingness
that begins to eat away at the— everything. revines open;
through the earths belly as a noise cof breathing of two who are living
becomes the only sound that soothes the mind of the pure horror that this
contorting world is becoming. "end of the line, huh?" the one with long hair
questions the other person; who then replies "quite literally, am I right?"
he responds looking up to the breaking skies "now this is some real shit..."
he says "Belive me im used to living with ya' you know?" He adds—
subtley chuckling while the female one gives him a annoyed look.

'life is quite strange isn't it?
one second youre ...living peacefully (peacefully is subjective)'
the other one thinks closing his eyes 'then you're in freefal- but she catches him
"sister, you do know" speaking with a smug face "I'm heavier than you?"
she doesn't listen, yet time doesn't stop either and all things come
to a end eternal. 'us too'

'air in my face. terminal velocity getting terminally, terminal'
eyes go dry till the concept of water stops existing and their minds fade away because immortality starts to settle, hair floating through ozone, fluttering.
one descending while one acends, downwards. "sistuh' do me a favour
and don't die!" he tells as the vivid dream ends shattering into a swirling mass
below them, slowly spiralling like a thousand galaxies crushed to a point of—
absolute singularity, imploding outwards and then beating like the heartbeat
that has planned their demiseful destiny.

' h e r ' prophecy

"i sure as hell won't! brother" she yells. before disappearing in oblivion
'...what? scrambling to find reasoning. I'm still alive, but where am I though?'
darting his eyes around to read the room, as if this is a room to begin with.
it's somewhere else; 'other than home' then appears the ground, and...
'chairs and a table?' as all that velocity comes to minus zero
hitting the table, the table that refuses to budge. 'aaagh!...?'

"i think I broke a limb or two" getting up failing to die,
looking at his hands that tremble beneath that void of no name.
'how, what, and why.' he thinks as the absuredity baffles him.
until the situations memories fade away till, he is not longer able to.
and then behind to the table curiously poking it, just to realise "it's glued to— the ground" sighing as he noticesthe covered plate '...my curious ass' opening
the plates cover to reveal another cover; one with a note attached
"wha..." 'i take off the sticky note to investigate'

starving? Open the plate, it has slight questionable (still edible)
food, don't worry there's definitely no drugs* (except icor*) bon-appetite!,
creator~ (that's your name now :D)
—fate