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The world seemed to bend in, a subtle shift towards the singular entity. The ground trembled and groaned from the pressure, dust shifting down from the shattered dome as the rent that tore reality closed behind the massive figure of Negal. As if from a far away place Fate could hear the clashes of distant battles, the cries of the dead and dying. And an even more subtle noise that grew in the back of his head, threatening to overwhelm him to the point of nearly driving him to his knees: the sound of a marching army. He felt sweat drip down his face behind the mask, and within, he felt Nabu shudder.

Fate could feel the eyes of the god regarding him, and for a moment he wondered how he came to this. Only a couple hours prior he was spending time with his fiancee, enjoying her company in their fancy condo. Now, he might never see her again. Funny how that worked. He always imagined himself dying with her by his side, or at the very least on earth. Who could've seen that he would face his end on a different planet light years from his own. It certainly wasn't lost on him either that his name was Fate. 

Could he change it however? Could he possibly face [i]a god[/i] and come out of it alive? It was mad to think so, but he certainly wasn't going to keel over and let it happen. 

[color=black]"[b]I don't enjoy being used as a weapon, Wotan,[/b]"[/color] Negal said in a quiet, deep voice. [color=black]"[b]It happened once, it will not happen again.[/b]"[/color]

Fate noticed Wotan's smile falter. [color=a2d39c]"Well, this earthling here will pose a threat to me and to you. He won't let you conquer his planet."[/color]

[color=black][b]"There are others besides him. What will his death change?"[/b][/color]

[color=a2d39c]"One less to worry about?"[/color] He could see the nervousness beginning to set into the face the other sorcerer, her eyes widening slightly and sweat beading on her forehead.

Negal seemed to consider it for a time and shrugged his massive shoulders. [color=black][b]"I'm here anyway. But this is the last time, Wotan. There will not be a third."[/b][/color]

A look of relief overcame Wotan before she settled into an easy smile. [color=a2d39c]"Of course not,"[/color] then she turned to him. [color=a2d39c]"You have fun with our mutual friend, Fate. I'm sure you'll find the experience quite exhilarating. Not often you get to die at the hands of a god."[/color] A bloom of power enveloped her and the construct then disintegrated into a puddle that slowly pooled in front of the throne.

[color=black][b]"A shame,"[/b][/color] Negal said as he held out a hand. Within moments a massive and jagged black scythe appeared in his grip. [color=black][b]"You could have been a great ally, Fate."[/b][/color]

[color=fff79a]"You're having regrets about this?"[/color] Fate asked incredulously.

[color=black][b]"Please understand that I mean no malice when I say your death is meaningless. It is the power I feel from you that I respect and regret that I could not have by my side. Alas,"[/b][/color] a knowing smirk crossed his features, [color=black][b]"things don't always go the way we want, do they?"[/b][/color]

His words only served to chill Fate's blood and as he absorbed the full extent of Negal's lament, the more afraid he became. [color=fff79a]"Whatever you think is going to happen, the power fate is mine."[/color]

The smirk turned into smile. [color=black][b]"We shall see."[/b][/color]