Seeing the silence of the three goddesses, Godwyn felt extremely satisfied. Although they tried to hide it well, he saw the fear in each of their eyes. The primordial fear of death, the fear that could make even an emotionless psychopath tremble.
"Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos, I swear that all three of you will die by my spear. Your skulls will decorate my throne, and your blood will bathe my throne." Godwyn spoke in a gentle tone, despite the cruelty of his words. "This is not an objective; it is a promise I make to all three of you. Destiny wants you to die."
Nothing was more satisfying than showing reality to these incompetent goddesses, who thought themselves above all because they controlled the destiny of mortal and divine beings. But the price for this arrogance would come, and in the end, they would die by Destined Death, for this was the promise that the Primordial God of Death thus proclaimed.
"Darling, you're so hot acting like this," Thalia leaned on Godwyn and said with a smile, looking at the three goddesses with an amused expression. She also enjoyed seeing the look on the faces of these arrogant goddesses.
Godwyn laughed at Thalia's words and took her hand, resuming their walk. After all, they were on a date. Instead of wasting time with these old women, both preferred each other's presence on a date.
Watching Godwyn's back, Atropos's eyes looked like those of a venomous snake; her murderous intent could no longer be suppressed. Godwyn had humiliated her in a way that she swore to make him regret.
Clotho, the youngest of the three sisters, sighed and continued to weave the thread of life for mortals, demigods, and divine beings. "It seems we are going to die, sisters." She commented, her long, slender fingers caressing the destiny of the new life she wove.
"Are you satisfied with this? To die and return to the arms of Chaos?" Lachesis, the second oldest, commented with a cold and indifferent tone.
"Sister, that's the problem with you two; you always think about manipulating destiny, but we are the ones being manipulated." Clotho commented with a gentle smile. "It was like this when you agreed to help Zeus and kill our little brother who hadn't even been born yet."
"The wheel of destiny turns, and with it, all the cause and effect of our actions, or rather, your two actions; I was simply implicated because of you two." Clotho finished with a smile. Her hands trembled at the thought of dying, but there was also a strange peace in knowing that her destiny would finally come to an end.
Atropos and Lachesis looked at each other; both saw determination in each other's eyes. They didn't want to die. Why did they accept Zeus's request to kill the Fourth Generation of God-Kings, even knowing there was a price for killing a future god-king?
Because the child in Metis's womb was destined to kill them and usurp the Divine Positions of the Three Sisters of Destiny. A God-King carrying the Divine Positions of Destiny, such a powerful being was simply terrifying.
Even Gaia would not dare to touch the son of God, for a son with such potential could finally unite Heaven, Earth, Sea, and the Underworld once and for all, creating a being that could truly rival Chaos itself.
While Clotho had accepted her fate, Lachesis and Atropos did not want to die, so, despite the price, they finally cut the thread of destiny of Greece's most important future God-King.
Looking at her two sisters in silence, Clotho let out another long sigh and knew that they were planning something that would make Godwyn's recent promise come true.
The more you run or try to prevent a prophecy from coming true, the stranger it becomes, and the beginning becomes the end. The two goddesses of destiny should know this, but the fear of death made their logical judgment disappear.
"Godwyn is destined to destroy the Norse Pantheon and swallow a large part of the Greek Pantheon; as long as his mission is not completed, he cannot be killed." Atropos spoke to Lachesis, who showed a solemn look.
"What can kill the Primordial God of Death before he fulfills his destiny?" Lachesis asked with a terribly cold tone.
Both sisters reached the conclusion in an instant.
"Someone to take his place in destiny."
"A son."
"A son destined to be a God-King."
Clotho looked at her sisters and once again let out a sigh laden with sadness and melancholy. She couldn't help but think that Chaos was cruel; knowing that all this would end in their death, it still allowed it to happen.
As for Atropos and Lachesis's plan to make Godwyn have a son, Clotho didn't think it would work. Conspiring against a god-king was one thing; conspiring against a God-King who was a Primordial God was something completely different.
The first could be killed, even if it was extremely difficult. The second option was even more impossible. How do you kill a personification of rules? How do you kill something that is intimately linked to the operation of the universe? How do you kill the Primordial God of Death?
Even if such a thing were possible, you would have to ask if the Great Will of the Universe would authorize a suicidal act to weaken itself.
So, in Clotho's eyes, Atropos and Lachesis's actions were just an act of rebellion before dying. That's why Clotho herself had already accepted her death; there was no escaping the Primordial God of Death.
Not when the Primordial God of Death himself wanted the Divine Positions of the Norse and Greek Pantheons.
Looking at the blue sky, Clotho, for the first time, felt that the sky, which was not an incredible sight to her eyes before, had become very beautiful. "Perhaps this is how humans see the world; it's very beautiful to see the world so slowly…" She murmured, a smile appearing on the lips of the youngest sister of the Three Goddesses of Destiny.
For the first time in her immortal life, Clotho felt that small things were truly important. Knowing that she would eventually die, she began to realize that everything that was once boring and futile now became much more vivid and beautiful.
Only when something is lost does one learn to value something. That was exactly what was happening to Clotho; knowing that she would die and could no longer see the beauty of the world, she began to realize that the human world did not seem as futile, ugly, and grotesque as before.
Looking at the thread of destiny she had just woven, the smile on Clotho's lips deepened even further. Her actions, which were once mechanical and indifferent, demonstrated a true love for her craft.
While Atropos and Lachesis despaired in paranoia, fear, and resentment, Clotho seemed more alive than ever.
"They will get their revenge." When they were far away, Thalia said in a calm tone. How could she not see the resentment in the eyes of the goddesses of destiny?
"Although I want to kill them, I can't, at least not at the moment." Godwyn said with a smile, not at all worried; on the contrary, he seemed very happy. Holding Thalia's hand, he continued speaking. "They are goddesses of destiny, receptacles of an incorporeal, powerful, and unconscious being, the River of Destiny."
"If I kill them, I will be cursed and will probably die as soon as I complete my mission. So, to kill them, I must make the goddesses of destiny break the rules; only then can I kill them legitimately and without being cursed." Godwyn smiled happily thinking about it. "That's why I said I would kill them; the goddesses will try everything to prevent this from happening."
"But since you can't kill them, why would they do something like that?" Thalia asked with a genuinely confused expression. If Godwyn couldn't kill the Goddesses of Destiny, how would the goddesses of destiny prevent an assassination that wasn't happening?
"That's the crux of the matter; they simply saw that they would die through destiny, but they didn't see that they themselves caused their own death by breaking the rules imposed by destiny." Godwyn loved this part of destiny; people simply tried to prevent the prophecy from occurring, but by doing so, they were making that prophecy happen.
"You are evil!" Thalia exclaimed with a big smile on her face. "But I like it!"
Godwyn also laughed, but his steps stopped; he looked at an apartment in a building and saw a beautiful woman with brown hair and gentle blue eyes, baking cookies with such a maternal smile that it would make you envy the woman's son or daughter.
"What a pleasant surprise; we found your cousin." Godwyn said with a smile, making Thalia look at him with a confused expression.
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