They called it ‘the merging’
Fate was currently having a crisis.
And it was a pretty massive one, if she was being honest.
She was starting to get a massive migraine. She would be actually getting a bloody migraine the second her fellow Lords, Ladies and Lieges actually figured out what was set to occur in exactly fifty-two minutes… fifty one minutes now.
She was pulling at her perfectly set fuchsia hair and her lips pull into a pout because all this stress was not good for her! She was losing precious hair over this whole thing. Her nails were being severely bitten and she’d never paced this much in all of her eternity! And Reality -she scowled hatefully at the thought of the entity who loved getting on her nerves- was to blame for all of it.
Fate wanted to cry a little because as always everyone was going to blame her for this. She didn’t know. She couldn’t have known that Reality would pull this bullshite from out of exactly nowhere! She read the threads of reality that were already there, not ones that sprung out of Reality’s arse on a whim. And now she’d have to deal with the aftermath?!
Fate kind of wanted to self-destruct.
It was an option.
One that would most likely blow up a potion of reality and billions of people and hundreds of worlds with a multitude of history books lost.
Okay, she knew the history books weren’t that important…. but Fate adored History. There was something so comforting, for the deity who picked and choose from ever-changing futures, of solid events that would never change. They were forever-standing and mountains of reassuring weight holding her up whenever she felt like drowning. History told her what to do- it guided her in a way nothing ever could. It was her sole comfort. The one thing she could always count on- unless Tim decided to screw everything up. But the Lord of Time rarely did that.
Forty-seven minutes.
Fate’s eyes whirl with the countless possibilities of what could be and the whole thing made her want to hurl.
It was too much.
Cultures and worlds with systems this different shouldn’t have ever come close to one another but now they were moving as if on a race to see who would collide with the other first.
She swallowed heavily, wincing when she saw just who exactly would be at the forefront of all the chaos bound to ensure.
Gold eyes so clear and pure, there was no way it was natural.
And eyes the colour of a rare sort of deep emerald.
Truth and Death were going to kill her.
Those were their favourite humans?! The hell was she supposed to do if Reality deemed them worthy of its exclusive attention.
Fate whistles softly, trying to control her temper. The purple omniscia embedded in her forehead was scorching hot from sorting through the utterly absurd amount of future possibilities that had just opened up.
Thirty-one minutes.
Alright. It was okay. This was fine.
Fate scoffed under her breath
And then she called for an emergency meeting.
She was staring at the worlds, a hand tugging on the gold ornament in her hair and another hand flicking back and forth through visions like she was using one of those mobile devices that the Earth realm was so fond of.
“Fae…..” Lady Death was the first to appear, her ethereal features set in a permanent frown. Her skin always got Fate jealous in that it seemed to shimmer with every step the dark goddess took. Her pitch black eyes were staring straight into Fate’s pretty purple-pink ones and Fate purses her lips tightly, thankful she was standing in front of the window showing the whole catastrophe.
“Dea,” (pronounced Dia) Fate responds, the two deities using the real names they preferred for personal use.
One by one the deities all start to appear and Fate smiles tensely, as they whirl on her with questions in their eyes.
Lady Death. Lord Time. Lady Magic. Leige Chaos. Lord Harmony. Lord Life.
These were all the major deities in charge of all realities and all realms and worlds.
They were the seven.
And together they ruled.
“Fae. What’s going on here? We are all busy. I have just came up from trying to prevent several major characters from dying in that one world with jujutsu and cursed spirits,” Lady Magic declares, looking flustered and exhausted.
“Ahhhh…. About that,” Fate cringes and then steps sideways from the window and it takes but a second for the screaming to begin.
“WHAT THE HELL?!” That was Time’s voice. His clock-eyes were spinning from his shock and the man’s nearly constant smirk had dropped from his face as he gapped at the scene in front of him.
“What happened?” Life immediately asks, voice loud and golden, shining eyes concerned.
“Reality,” Fate deadpans, looking very much like she wished to die and take Reality with her at the same time.
“Out of nowhere?” Chaos drawls, once again dressed in the most extravagantly obnoxious and stylish clothes they owned.
“Fae would’ve told us sooner if this had been planned in advance,” Harmony murmurs and Fate would have kissed the Lord if she didn’t already know his lover would’ve disintegrated her if she tried.
“Thank you Harm,” Fate scowls and then puts her hands on her hips. “Well? This is happening whether we like it or not so we best mitigate the death count,” Fate grumbles.
“What?” Death hisses, “You know most of my Court is in that realm!” She demands, “The death count from an event that is our fault should be zero!” The Lady of Death snarls and Fate gives her a look.
“Ten minutes until impact and all life on both worlds end,”
That sets all seven of them into motion and they begin the ritual meant to slow the worlds down enough for Harmony to ease the merging of the two worlds.
It was a very near thing.
But the collision shakes the very reality of existence.
And the deities thankfully manage to prevent anyone from dying.
“Good fucking luck to the Dragels,” Chaos snorts, sprawled maginificently on the floor in a puddle of exhaustion, “Those alchemists have seen some shite. They’re hard core.” Chaos snickers and their lover pinches them, but Harmony was wearing an amused smile.
“The worlds have a good amount of harmony to them. Their merging wasn’t hard at all. Perhaps Reality knew what it were doing when it decided to uproot everyone and everything like that,”
Harmony was being sarcastic .
Fate was going to faint because surely reality was ending.
“Please tell me Harm is joking?” Time demands, almost frantic and Magic snorts.
“Of course he is,” She pants from her perch, folded completely in hair over a table from the amount of exertion that had taken from her. “I could feel the amount of tension between the thresholds of their worlds. That was not a happy merging.” She winces.
“Is Fae dead?” Life drawls, looking unfairly put together as he leans on the very same window Fate had been hiding.
Fate was face down on the floor, her omniscia glowing a firey red on her forehead. The glow was so bright it could still be seen eve covered up as it was.
“I think so yes,” Death drawls, unashamed checking on the members of her court, while simultaneously ignoring their frantic questions and summons. Apparently it’d been the worst earthquake ever experienced by Nevarah in the history of their time.
Yes… that very much added up.
“WHERE IS FATE?! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY WORLD?!”
The shrill voice of the lesser deity made all six of the currently still functioning deities cringe. Each individual world had a lesser deity watching over and governing it and the Seven major deities governed them all.
Truth held a unanimous dislike from them all.
They were unkind and much too bloodthirsty. They abided by their rules almost fervently. Equivalent exchange. Their entire eternity was based on that one rule.
And no one wanted to know what would happen if a human managed to mess with the equation.
“Calm yourself Truth. Your behaviour is quite unsightly,” Life curls his lip at the lesser deity, uncaring about making his dislike quite known.
Truth glowers, their entirely white body and face with no features made them look more like a cartoon then an actual deity. But were they terrifying looking? Yes. Yes they were.
Truth actually used to sharpen their teeth with kitchen knives until Harmony quite kindly told them, they were scaring him and no one -not even Truth- liked making Harmony sad.
“Did you not see what just happened? Nevarah collided with Amestris!” Truth screeches and decidedly ignores Chaos who decides to kick an unmoving Fate quite concerningly and uncaringly at the same time.
“Yes actually dear, we spent a lot of energy making sure none of our people died you see. So your loud voice is making me seconds away from blasting your motherfucking face off,” Magic’s exhausted head props up for a second and her violet eyes glow threateningly until Truth shuts up and Magic’s head painfully flops back onto the table, her majestic hair as shimmery and magical as always.
Truth pouts, moving to kick at Fate, a little concerned as well. “I was just worried. I thought the world was going to collapse and no one had warned me.”
“We quite literally just got summoned here by-” Time sighs and leans down to grab Fate by her armpits, lifting up the tiny body like he would a child’s. “Fae by the gods, what is wrong with you?” Time demands and all the deities stare at Lady Fate with varying degrees of concern.
“She’s not dead,” Death offers and receives disbelieving looks as a response. “Just trying to help,” She grumbles.
“She looks rather catatonic doesn’t she?” Life tsks and stares into his friend’s eyes, looking into her life force. “Ah- she’s being bombarded by a horde of visions of the new Nevarah.” Life drawls and Truth scowls.
“It’s Amestris,” Truth was very much possessive.
“Yes, whatever the new name is,” Life waves away the concerns, focusing on his fellow deity.
“Fae will be fine. She’ll have a major headache when she comes to, but fine all the same.” Life drawls, moving back to his spot and watching amusedly as Lord Time flips Lady Fate over his shoulder to carry her like one would a log.
He made sure to capture the moment in his memory to make fun of her at a later time.
“Well we best go do some major damage control,” Harmony claps, a strained smile on his face.
“You don’t say?” Time grumbles, striding away with Fate swaying back and forth from her place on his back. “I vote we just let the chaos, you know chaos?”
“Wow… thanks,” Chaos drawls, unimpressed. And Time rolls his eyes.
“You know what I mean! Magi (pronounced Maggie) agrees with me, right?” Time shouts and the Lady of Magic proceeds to give him the middle finger without looking up from her misery.
“How lovely. I adore you as well Magi,” Time snickers at her dispense and Death rolls her eyes.
“I swear, Cerberus has more brains in him than you do,” She sneers, referring to the three-headed dog she’d adopted after the poor thing had almost been killed in the world it had lived in before.
“Amazing!” Time beams, “So we all vote to let the humans do what they do best and just deal with all their bullshite?” Time asks, making Harmony sigh.
“You know the two will just end up at war and I’m not sure who would really win….” Harmony muses. Ever since the major war in Amestris, their idea of an army had gone from normal soldiers to actual deadly killing machines (and Harmony had seen his fair share of monsters in his eternity) And it was attributed to those genius Elric brothers and the world’s new leader.
Truth scowls, “Nevarah has the numbers but Ametris is scientifically more advanced. I give it two days before the Elric brother figure out the mechanics and science behind magic and then another week to actually nullify it in their walls,” The lesser deity deadpans and everyone heard the collective silent wince in the air.
Yes, because nullifying magic wasn’t going to be threatening at all to a world who completely depended on it to survive. Only the Gheyos and Gheyo-raised would stand a solid chance. But it was anyone’s guess how a confrontation like that would go.
“Sooooo damage control?” Life snorts.
Everyone groans in usion.
“God damn it,” Truth grumbles and wasn’t that the truth.