AN-
I decided to make dude a husband of the Fates, simply cuz of the backing it would give him. Probably a stupid reason, but meh.
Okay...
To be honest, dying isn't bad. I mean, after the final curtain is drawn, the pain disappears, and its replaced by...
I don't know what to call it ,and I have a good reason for not being able to do so. If I was to describe in wordly terms(no living being has been truly confirmed about the truth about death),it could be described as nothingness.
But I can't confirm, because it's my first time experiencing it. I have no one else to ask ,I'm all alone, with darkness all around me. Not the suffocating type, but just like, dark.
As I float, I recap my events and start to wonder...
MEANWHILE...
[3rd POV]
The Fates. Also known as the Moirai, they were a trio of goddesses ,with power surpassing immortals and mortals alike. They decide the fate of every living being, irrespective of their abilities and powers. Born to a hyprocritical King of Olympus and the Titaness of law, it is said that only the Protegenoi ,the absolutely indestructible beings who are all essences of existence itself, are capable of challenging the Fates. Even then, there is no assurance that the protegenoi always win. Most of them, even the rowdiest, decide to keep quiet and obey the path that the Fates have set for them. All in all, there is almost no one in the Greek Pantheon who rebels against the decisions of the Moirai.
At this time, Clotho, the Fate in charge of weaving new threads, was doing so, until she came upon a new thread. She froze suddenly and peered closely at the new string, quite convinced that she had made a mistake. She held the string and tested it again.
Not a mistake.
"No way," she muttered. "I have to tell the others. If it really is what I think it is..." She cast the thread another glance before facing away. She closed her eyes and concentrated, calling out in her mind, 'Ἀδελφαί! Δεῖ ὑμᾶς τοῦτο ἰδεῖν!'
(Above phrase is Ancient Greek for 'Sisters! Look at this!')
There was a blinding flash of light, and a clap of thunder, and two other grannies suddenly appeared. Despite their appearances being slightly distinct, all three shared certain features, signifying their siblinghood.
"What do you want, Clotho?" Atropos said coldly. "If its one more time about who looks like which member of which boy band, I swear..."
"Hey, that was one time," Clotho pouted. "But then again, he did look so much like Paul McCartney, and you know I've always had a soft spot for Paul since "Let It be", so-"
"CLOTHO!" Both her sisters yelled at her.
"Right, right, sorry," Clotho rubbed the back of her head in embarassment. "But honestly, what I really wanted to show you," she did a 'ta-da' motion with her hands, "was this."
Skeptical, both the sisters took a look at the string, convinced that it was just another silly excuse that Clotho had made up to waste their time. What they saw, on the other hand, wiped that expression off their faces.
"I don't believe it," Lachesis muttered, tenderly holding the string. Unlike the others, which were dull, plain colours, this wasn't...a single shade. Instead, it cycled between different shades, different colours, which all looked majestic, for some reason. It shifted from diamond blue to emerald green and then to amethyst pink. Its texture was different, too, it wasn't fragile and helpless like the other strings when Clotho first weaved them. It was gentle and easy to hold, definitely, but it was also strong and seemed to be unbreakable.
"I know, right?" Clotho said animatedly in the background, clearly very excited. Atropos made a gesture for her to shut up as she examined the string, but Clotho kept babbling.
"When I saw it, I was like 'Holy Zeus! What in the name of Olympus is this?!'. But now," she added, lowering her voice as an expression of rare seriosity crossed her face. "Seeing your expressions, I'm quite sure that it's him."
" Yes," Atropos said, caressing the string, which was now molten gold. The other two sisters looked at her in suprise, because they had rarely ever seen this expression on her face, or heard her speak like this. "Yes it's him, the one we've been waiting for."
Without even looking at each other, the Fates knew what the other was thinking, and simultaneously started to change...
Into forms closest to their divine forms.
Clotho was a young maiden, with striking blue eyes, and a slightly athletic build, with dark blonde hair in a ponytail, wearing a chiton.
(pic)
Lachesis, on the other hand, was around the same age, slightly shorter, petite, and silver coloured hair, also wearing a chiton.
(pic)
Atropos, having a black chiton, was taller than both, slender with black hair, and black eyes that seemed to look at the world with contempt, although her face potrayed her as a proud, cold woman
(pic)
"I look fine, don't I?" Clotho said worriedly, picking at her clothes.
Her sisters rolled their eyes, and disappeared in a flash of light.
Clotho sighed. "Those two, seriously," before she disappeared as well.
*****
PITTSBURGH, PENNSYLVANIA
There was a bright flash in the backyard of a two storey house, as the Moirai appeared. Lachesis' eyes widened as she took in the scene in front of her.
"Whoa,this place gives me the creepy vibes," she said as the three made their way up.
"Hey, quick question, guys," Clotho said, as she stepped on a creaking stair. Atropos shot her a glare, but she paid no mind. "Why didn't we teleport directly to his room?"
"Because it would wake his mother up, and you know how she feels about us," Lachesis hissed through gritted teeth, before adding under her breath, "Dumbass."
"Huh?! Say that again, you little piece of-" Clotho yelled agressively, as the veins on her forehead popped.
Atropos turned to face them. "Quiet," she said in a chilly voice, the type of voice you'd expect a horror movie antagonist to have." You do NOT want to know what happens to the next person who ticks me off. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes ma'am," the two said meekly.
"Let's hurry up," Atropos said,opening a door.
A sound of heavy breathing was heard from the room. The boy's mother was turned on her side in a deep slumber, breathing like this, clearly because of just having given birth.
Beside her, a beautiful baby boy lay asleep in a cradle, peaceful and uncaring.
The Fates gathered around him. Lachesis and Clotho each took his hands, and Atropos bent over him, and said in sync,
"From this moment onwards, we, The Fates, daughters of Themis and Zeus, potraying all that is inevitable and unavoidable, claim you as our fiancé."
Atropos kissed his forehead, and said softly, "Sleep well,ἡ ἀγάπη μου. Come on," she said to the two, "Let's go."
Lachesis muttered under her breath, "Of course,ἡ ἀγάπη μου."
Atropos swung around, "Come again?" she said in a dangerous voice.
"You know there' something callled the Federal Bureau of Intelligence,right? And I'm pretty sure what you just did would label you as a 'pedophile'. "
"Just me,you say?"
"Well...erm..."
Squabbling, Lachesis and Atropos vanished, followed by a sighing Clotho
**
A FEW HOURS EARLIER
A woman was seen breathing heavily while she lay back,clearly about to give birth.
" Okay,almost there,almost there. Breathe," she told herself as she pushed.
"ARGHHH,DAMMIT,NO NEED TO MAKE IT THIS HARD,JUST COME OUT ALREADY!" she yelled out as she pushed one last time. As she did, she gave birth to a baby boy.
" Hahh,hah, finally,you're alive now,Kriares," she told the boy,before breastfeeding him.
1st POV
The fuck?
Honestly, what the heavenly fuck?
Let me tell you something, you don't remember the moment when you were born, and let me tell you that there's a reason you don't.
It's called PTSD.
I won't elaborate, because just the thought sends cold shivers down my spine.
Ugh.
But even worse was when she started to pull me towards her breast.
NO!
RED ALERT!
CUT!
I SAID CUT!
FUCK!
I seriously am not a pervert,but I'd like to see my fellow virgin bums try to keep their composure in this situation.
Ok,keep calm,keep calm.
You know what? Fuck it all.
As her son, it is my right to do this!
All those who are disgusted, go fuck yourself.
I don't care.