Honestly, this is a little bit validating. I’ve been alternating between blaming Lady Luck and the universe for the shitty way things have been going, but having a Fate with a grudge against me checks out.
“Sorry… uhm, thanks, I think?” I answer, hoping not to piss her off more than I already have.
I’ve upset enough supernatural boss-level beings. I’d really like to try a new approach where fewer things want to hurt me.
Goals are important.
There’s a small growl from the cell beside mine.
I’m pretty sure that means I’m failing at this new goal. I don’t love that for me.
“Why areyoudown here?” I ask, trying to change the subject as I lean against the bars.
There’s a bitter scoff. “Need brought me in for questioning. She wanted to know how you managed to break the leash. I refused to answer, and since I spun your string of life, I am being held responsible.”
Chills creep down my arms, followed by a fresh wave of guilt.
Yet another person is suffering because of me.
“I suppose it was only a matter of time, though, since I already had to out myself earlier tonight,” she continues, sounding no less offended.
Oh god, what else did I do to her?
“What do you mean?”
If I’m going to wallow in guilt, it’s probably better that I have the specifics.
She huffs. “Your mate came to visit the Fates before the party tonight and almost ruined everything. The brute tried to trade his soul for your freedom.”
My breath catches in my throat.
Sin isnotallowed to die.
“My sisters were incredibly eager to taste a Destroyer’s soul, and I had to interfere. Oh, and by the way, when you break out of here, keep him away frommy sisters. They have decided to claim his soul.” The last sentence comes out more as an afterthought.
The relief that hits me is absolute. Sin still has his soul. He’s going to be okay. Hugging my knees to my chest, I try not to start crying again.
I miss him so much. And now, I might never see him again. We had so little time together, but even if those few weeks are all I ever get, I will never regret them. No one has ever cared for me as much as he does. Not that I deserve–
“Would you stop spiraling and get to work?” Clotho snaps, her cutting tone pulling me from my depressing thoughts.
“Work on what exactly?” My tone is short, forgetting I’m not supposed to piss off boss-level creatures.
“The fate I spun for you. Get to it,” she orders impatiently.
My teeth grind together. “I don’t know what kind of set-up you have on the other side of this stone wall, but I’m in magically binding cuffs and a collar. Oh, and Cerberus refuses to eat my hands.”
I add the last bit, feeling way more smug than I should. Everyone keeps talking to me like I’m an idiot. Objectively, they’re not wrong, but still, I’d like to think that sometimes I have great ‘out of the box’ ideas.
There’s low muttering from the cell beside mine. Clotho is counting under her breath.
It’s definitely not for patience. I’m sure she’s impressed with my Cerberus idea.
“The Council has had control over my sisters and me for millennia. The souls they feed us are akin toheroin from your realm. I can’t make my sisters stop. They need to leave this place, and the only person who can make that happen is you.” Her voice grows exceedingly impatient with each statement.
“I’m still not getting…” I start.
“You are a Reaper,” she hisses, so quietly that the sound barely reaches me. “You have the power to snap the bonds that hold the dead to the planes of the living. Do you really think something as flimsy as chains or collars can hold you?”
