Godwyn made no secret of his antipathy or his murderous intent. "Did you like what I did to the Oracle? She suffered a lot before she died." He said with a smile. To these three old women, he showed no manners or respect; he even wanted to kill them at that moment.
Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, the Fates, raised their heads and looked at Godwyn simultaneously, their pale, eerie silver eyes staring at him with a cold, indifferent gaze.
"Your words do not wound us, son of the one-eyed." Atropos, who cut the thread of life and determined the death of beings, spoke in a hoarse, cold tone. She was the eldest of the goddesses, represented by an elderly woman.
"Her death is merely what destiny foresaw for her." Lachesis, the one who determined the allotments one received in life. She appeared as a middle-aged woman, with some strands of white hair, but still beautiful.
"She will be born in another life." Clotho, who wove the thread of life and was the goddess of childbirth, commented with a sweet and gentle smile. She seemed the youngest of the three goddesses of destiny, appearing as a young woman of eighteen, the peak of youth.
"Thalia, look at these women and face the true rottenness of the gods. These three harlots think they are untouchable just because they are avatars of Destiny. But they forget that just as they decide the fate of beings, destiny can also use them as mere chess pieces." Holding Thalia's hand, Godwyn said with a tone full of disdain and sarcasm towards the goddesses of destiny.
The goddesses whom all other gods dared not disrespect, Godwyn dared, and even dared to kill them. Just as he wanted to kill the three goddesses of Norse destiny, the Norns.
Thalia looked at the three women before her with a cautious but also curious gaze. She had learned many things from Mimir, especially about the two pantheons, so she had a clear idea of who the goddesses before her were.
The Fates, the Three Goddesses of Greek Destiny, and also terrifying existences that even Divine Kings dared not touch.
Surprisingly, they did not seem bothered by Godwyn's words; there was a tranquil look in the eyes of the three women.
"Godwyn, be careful with your words; we can make you regret being born." Atropos, the eldest, spoke with a smile as she cut the thread of some unlucky person. Her smile sent shivers down Thalia's spine, but Godwyn merely raised his hand, and the Destined Death manifested in his hand.
The tip of the spear touched Atropos's neck. Godwyn smiled equally terrifyingly and commented with an amused and joyful tone. "I'm curious, do you really think you're untouchable or that you're a Primordial Goddess?"
"I am not your king who trembles before you; I will bathe my throne in your blood, you virgin harlots." Godwyn was not afraid of the Fates or Norns; he even wanted to kill the six harlots.
To prove his point, Godwyn plunged the tip of the spear into Atropos's neck, just enough to draw a drop of golden blood. "See? You bleed like a pig; you'll probably make a pathetic sound when I kill you."
There was no longer a smile on Atropos's lips. She touched the golden blood on her neck and showed a stunned expression. Blood? She had never been wounded in her life, not even once; nothing or no one dared to touch her, much less make her bleed.
But now, she was wounded, and looking into the golden eyes of the boy before her, Atropos knew she would die without a shadow of a doubt.
"Yes, that's the look I want to see in your eyes, the awakening of fear." Godwyn couldn't help but feel a morbid pleasure seeing the expression on the face of the Goddess of Destiny. It was a rigid expression, of anger and confusion. For someone who had remained almost entirely indifferent, it was truly rare to express any emotion.
"Sister, he scared you." Clotho, who had just woven a thread of life, said with a cheerful and amused laugh. It was the first time the powerful and indifferent Atropos had shown such an expression, which greatly amused Clotho, the youngest of the sisters.
Lachesis also laughed, finding it funny rather than genuinely fearful. There was nothing to fear; whoever dared to kill them would be cursed by destiny, and death would be a luxury the murderer would not have.
However, they couldn't maintain their smiles as they watched the black centipede with a hundred legs crawl up the spear and calmly walk over Atropos's body.
Seeing the smiles of the Three Goddesses of Destiny disappear, Godwyn asked with a gentle and warm tone. "What's wrong? Weren't you finding it funny? Why aren't you laughing? Laughter is good for mental health."
Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos truly wanted to punch Godwyn at that moment. Laugh? How dared they laugh with the physical crystallization of a Law walking over their bodies? They knew more than anyone that they would die if they dared to show any negative feelings towards Godwyn.
"I told you to laugh." Seeing that they still weren't smiling, Godwyn's eyes grew cold, and the spear pierced Atropos's skin even further, drawing a few more drops of golden blood from the goddess of destiny.
Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos forced smiles onto their lips, but anyone could see that they were furious; they no longer had that indifference and superior aura from the beginning of the conversation. If the Norns, the goddesses of Norse destiny, had been present, they would have shaken their heads and lamented the foolishness of the Greek destiny sisters.
They never appeared before Godwyn for a reason: they didn't want to be killed. They knew that Godwyn wanted them dead and didn't care about the curse that could happen when the assassination occurred.
The Norns merely lamented the arrogance of the Fates, for they underestimated the hatred and rage of a Primordial God, especially a Primordial God of Death.
"That's right, when I tell you to bark, you bark; when I tell you to fetch the stick, you fetch. That's how our relationship works: I am the master, and you are my slaves." Godwyn stroked Atropos's head as if stroking a dog's head and said with a tone full of gentleness.
Atropos's body trembled; her eyes were full of fury, but feeling the centipede on her neck, she suppressed the curse she was about to cast on Godwyn. Flames practically shone in her eyes; she wanted to eat and devour Godwyn's flesh. In her hundreds of thousands of years, she had never been so humiliated.
Even Zeus feared her, much less the other gods. The Fates had always occupied an unreachable pedestal for all gods, but at this moment, the pedestal that kept them aloft collapsed before Godwyn.
"Dear, look at them, finally noticing that they are not untouchable." Intertwining his arm with Thalia's, Godwyn commented with a gentle tone. Thalia acted along with Godwyn and looked at the Fates with an equally amused smile.
As Godwyn's girlfriend, she supported him, especially at this moment, when he finally found one of his enemies. Kissing her boyfriend's cheek, she spoke with a gentle tone. "Darling, didn't they tell my father or yours about us? I think it's better to sew their mouths shut; maybe they'll stop talking so much nonsense."
"They wouldn't dare; that would change destiny, and they would be punished by destiny." Godwyn said with a sarcastic tone. "See their appearance? It's because they interfered with destiny and grew older and weaker, especially Atropos; she looks like she'll be in her coffin any moment."
Godwyn's words made Atropos's eyes completely devoid of emotion. To help Zeus, she and Lachesis suffered the fate of growing old and weak, but it was she who suffered the greatest damage.
Clotho, who did not participate in the conspiracy tens of thousands of years ago, was the only one who remained young and beautiful.
"What did they do?" Thalia asked curiously.
Looking at the Fates with contempt, Godwyn explained with a calm and profound tone.
"When your father enthroned himself as the third generation God-King of Greece, one of his wives became pregnant. It was Metis, your father's wisest, most loyal, and most intelligent counselor. However, the child in her womb was none other than the fourth generation God-King of Greece. The king of Olympus, who was no different from his father, was terrified at the thought of being dethroned and began a conspiracy."
"He used the Fates to cut the child's destiny while still in the womb and simply devoured mother and child, but killing the future god-king has consequences. If it weren't for the King of Olympus protecting them, two of the three Fates would have died on the spot." When Godwyn finished speaking, Thalia's eyes widened in horror and disbelief.
Thalia thought her father's image couldn't get any worse, but every time she discovered something that made her rethink it. Because of a throne, he simply devoured and killed mother and child as if they were nothing. This truly terrified her, for if he could cannibalize his wife and child, what was she, a mere bastard?
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