"The wheel of fate has stopped."
Vaugrim spoke as his bare bones were shrouded in blueprints of lost civilizations and races, acting as a robe. His lower jaw hangs in suspension as to who would stop fate from turning. The engraved ink on his blueprints slowly fade into nothingness.
"No!"
Vaugrim had to stop whoever was planning on taking fate for themselves. And he only had six guesses to who.
BANG!
Vaugrim appears into a room of sea of azure colored threads dripping from the ceiling, the threads connecting to bits of concepts and objects. Sitting at the center of a woolen bed was a young woman with lunar hair and a pure white dress made up of ribbons and golden rims. Her hair was long enough that it nearly reached the edges of her floor. She turns to Vaugrim.
"You have a lot of nerve appearing before me, Skull." Her voice was light but sharp like glass. She was holding two golden needles as threads swirled around her. Suddenly one thread from her ocean of connections withered into nothingness. Her eyes widened in horror.
"Erisin, someone took fate." Vaugrim spoke.
"And you think it's me?" Erisin scoffs as she crosses her arms. "I don't take joy in your boyish activities."
"Then, let's look for who's done it." Vaugrim offers.
"I swear, if it's Marcellos." Erisin grumbles as her needles poof into dust.
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"It wasn't me."
A young deity uttered before standing in a blank part of the tower. The deity's hair was a muddy green like moss, cut sideways and eyes shut, hiding secrets and power behind their lids. They wore a cape underneath a black shirt and white pants that were torn and muddied. They stood in the endless nothingness as Vaugrim and Erisin appeared.
"That counts out Nexari." Vaugrim placed his boned fingers at his lower jaw.
"Why would I mess with fate?" Nexari spoke, their voice neither masculine nor feminine. Just present in the moment. "You all know such a concept is useless to me."
A door made of glass and wood appeared into the nothingness and out came a young man. Brown hair and rusted golden eyes. Keys carved of bones, gold, stone and bronze wrapped around his chest, fore arms and legs like armor. He temporarily gazes at Nexari and then notices Vaugrim. He clicked his tongue.
"I assume you guys weren't touching fate again."
"Again?" Nexari uttered. "Zeth, do you think it was Marcellos?" Nexari shook their head in utter shame, but not shock.
"Didn't he learn from last time?" Vaugrim groans as the blueprints hanging from his body sways and fades. "We better hurry, I've worked really hard on erasing these cities."
For once, in many eons the gods agreed.
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CRASH!!!
The stone floors were creaked and blood filled them like an ocean in a canyon. Hunched over on one of the Tower's pillars was a young man with goldenlockes, now soaked in blood with his gut tear open. Intestines scattered across the once ancient stone floor as snake-like beasts slithered around him. Some of them even fight for the god's inners.
Standing over the golden hair god was another man. He wore a cloak of shadows trailing behind him with a hood hiding his face. The cloak was torn at the center revealing his dark skin and broad shoulders and body.
"Enlighten me," The man made of shadows spoke, his voice soft and deep. "Why would you tamper with fate again? After what I've done to you last time." He steps closer to the dismembered god.
"I-I told you once and I'll tell again. . .and again. . .and again." The golden god smirks with blood oozing from the corner of his lips. Slowly, the spilled blood crawls its way back into his body, along with the half eaten intestines as it forms anew. His bones clicks into place. And eventually the once half dead god became anew.
His golden hair was no longer tinted with blood reaching down his back. He wore a black suit with gold rings throughout it. His eyes were a mix between ruby and golden. He grins as he creaks his neck.
"Thank you Daghn, I needed that gut cleaning." He grins as he stretches his back.
"I'm glad to help, Marcellos. It's only fair I clean out your brain next-"
"Wait right there!" Marcellos' face turned white. "I told you, I didn't touch fate! It wasn't me this time!" He crossed his arms. "I swear!"
"I'll be the judge of that. I've always wanted to have a taste of a Fated Incarnation." Daghn spoke as the shadows growled in hunger and about to lunge but the other gods showed up.
"Brute." Erisin spoke with a sharp edge to her voice, strong enough to stab any mortal. She was a few steps behind Daghn, his shadows swirling around her in curiosity and hunger.
Daghn turns around to Erisin. "String."
"Thank goodness you guys are here! Help me explain to mister Shadows here that I didn't mess with fate!" Marcellos begs.
The gods all exchanged looks of confusion. Then back at Marcellos.
"Hellooooooo! It wasn't me this time!"
Vaugrim, Nexari, Zeth and Erisin enter the scene from stage left.
Marcellos: I'm begging you guys, please spare me!
Nexari: Wait, I don't think it's Marcellos. Someone altered something.
Marcellos: You see! It isn't me!
Vaugrim: "Okay, this isn't funny anymore."
Zeth: "What's going on?"
Daghn: "I could just eat fat-"
All of them: "No!"
Nexari: "Wait, something isn't right."
Erisin then dramatically turned to Nexari: "What?"
Vaugrim: "This font, it feels like a script."
At the very end of the room all the gods snapped their heads to the final god trapped in this prison with them. A man in his late twenties and light brown hair and a small clomp of hair at the tip of his shoulders. He has a long green jacket hanging off his shoulders like a cape. With a white tonic and black pants with brown leather shoes. He held a pen made of a forgotten god's spine and held a book carrying many tales, truths and falsehoods.
"Calveris!?" Zeth hissed. "It's you!"
"You're destroying my work!" Vaugrim points at Calveris
"Oh no, I'm not destroying anything, Vaugrim." Calveris sung as he balances himself at the edge of the monstrous window. "I'm editing this lousy piece into something more. . . .what was the word, magnificent!" He threw his hands up in joy. "My precious friends and muses, well, more of muses than friends. Sit back and relax, you're all going to witness my great escape!" He declared as his heels cling onto the edge of the window. Outside the tower was a sea of golden sand and an ever growing night sky.
"As fate demands, let me escape this crumbling tower!"
Calveris shouts out into the heavens as the sands rumble and the Tower shakes. The air around the gods tightened and the stars illuminated into blinding lights.
Nothing happened.
The tower won't allow anyone to live. Even if fate declared it so into existence or by cosmic law. The Tower won't allow the broken playwright to leave.
"W-What? N-No!" Calveris gasped as grips his pen that it started to creak. "NO! NO! NO! NO!"
The other gods watch as Calveris' body rolls on the floor with tears in his eyes.
"Why? Why can't you let us out you damned tower!!" Calveris slams his palms on the floor until they grow bloodied with ink.
The gods left, Leaving Calveris to his childish tantrum.
AN: "Hope you guys enjoyed. I've decided to make a story and I hope you're all patient.