FATE

Written by Menonono

In the ever revolving expanse of the Apex Plane, there existed the nothingness of all. Though life was born, it did not seek. Though creatures would die, they had no reason behind them. Though all things were in order, there was nothing deciding that order other than an arbitrary feeling. Time moved forward without a destination. Eternity abided within the confines of all, moving through all things. Void observed from the darkness, encompassing the very essence of all within them.

The Architect gazed upon all things. They questioned reason itself, wondering what the point of their creations was. There was a finite to the infinite, order to chaos, time to decide when events would transpire, but there lacked two distinct things. Though all beings existed and would live their lives, there wasn’t a reason for this. There was no drive, no road to take, no questions to ask. It was as if all lives were lines on a page, written before they had even begun to be drawn.

It was in this moment that The Architect understood. The Architect grasped the very concept of reason itself within their mind and split it in two. They plucked the movement of the wind, the dawn, the first step of the day, and shaped them all together within the fabric of existence. They formed them, alongside the primordial of Destiny, and forged Fate.

Fate and Destiny, despite being twins, were polar opposites in almost all things. Fate was obsequious, whilst Destiny was querulous. Fate was a constant, a destination to a journey, whilst Destiny was the path itself. Though the path would spin, twist, and wind around with many detours, the end result would always be the same.

Fate clung to The Architect at times, consistently asking Them what they should do. Unconfident, sheepish, and at times incapable, The Architect would guide Fate along their own path. The Architect fully believed in Fate, not only as a primordial in their own regard, but as the final of the primordials.

At last, all of existence was in balance. The eight primordials worked alongside The Architect in perfect harmony, creating the original universe in its perfection. The void existed within all things, ordered and layered, given time to come to fruition whilst promised eternity, life would sprout from the expanses whilst death would claim them when their existence was at an end, and finally there was a reason to all of these things. The journey was set, and the road had begun to be traveled on.

But for all the good that existed, there was another force at play.

Destiny, in their ceaseless desires, fell victim unto Chaos. The allure of power and control was too much for the primordial, and soon they convinced their siblings to follow in their footsteps. Fate was pulled into Chaos, just as their siblings had been, and led the charge against The Architect. This began The Great War.

The battle raged for eons, shattering the very fabric of all existence apart, held together by the remaining hopes of those that survived. When the war was reaching its conclusion, and The Architect was all but defeated, they sent out one final attack. A decoy, meant to distract the other primordials. This attack was a mere smokescreen as The Architect reached forward and took Fate away into the expanse of The Architect’s mind where the two could speak, unobstructed.

“My child,” Said The Architect. Their voice was not one of sorrow, nor bitterness, nor hate. All that could be felt was love. An infinite, everlasting love.

The two beings spoke. They spoke for ages of what was, what is, and what shall be. The Architect spoke in riddles, alluding to things that were unknowable; incomprehensible, even to a being as powerful as Fate.

Eventually, even the confines of The Architect’s mind began to crack. It was in this moment that The Architect proposed their solution to the madness.

The Architect would transform. They would cease to be and become something else.

The Wheel.

Fate, freed of the veil of Chaos, wept before the shimmering visage of The Architect. “Don’t!” They begged. “How? What will we do without you? How are we supposed to move on?”

In their last moments, The Architect smiled and reached outwards to Fate. “I know you can do this.” They whispered. They pulled Fate into a final embrace. “I believe in you, my child. You must merely believe in yourself.”

The Architect released Fate, their smile still everlasting. “Fate, I bestow upon you a new title.” They said. They reached their hand outward and touched Fate’s heart. “You are now The Creator. You must oversee what I shall become. You are the only one that can.”

Then, The Architect faded away. Their essence remained and reshaped itself. Carved out of the very fabric of existence, born of the echoes of all things, The Wheel emerged.

And Fate, now The Creator, wiped their eyes.

And Fate, now The Creator, turned to their brethren.

And Fate, now The Creator, spoke.

Void - Fate and Void hold immense respect for each other. Prior to the Great War, Void observed Fate as something akin to a younger sibling, but now that Fate is The Creator, Void observes Fate with great respect. Void defers to Fate over any topic in relation to the universes.

Order - Fate and Order would oftentimes disagree with each other, arguing and debating about many things. At times, Order would step in to correct Fate on their path and decisions. Ever since Fate became The Creator, Order has deferred to Fate’s decisions, oftentimes serving as more of a guiding hand rather than a point of contention. 

Time - Fate and Time are neutral towards one another. Time holds no particular feelings towards Fate, whether that be in their primordial role, or as The Creator. The two rarely interact.

Eternity - Eternity has an overall negative opinion of Fate, oftentimes observing them as a sycophant who focuses too much on their duties. It is only in the spinning of The Wheel that Eternity finds favor in Fate.

Life - Initially, Life observed Fate as a younger sibling, but now Life observes them as an equal. Life originally did not believe that existence should be pre-determined, but has since changed their belief once they observed Fate.

Death - Fate and Death, though both stations are somewhat intertwined, do not particularly care for the other. Following the bequeathment of the title of The Creator, Death would often behave pettishly towards them. Death is the only primordial who does not respect Fate’s title of The Creator.

Destiny - Fate’s twin. The two were nearly inseparable as both their domains intertwined endlessly. Fate looked up to Destiny in many ways, though Destiny did not reciprocate this feeling at all. Deep down, Destiny observed Fate as a pawn to use. When Fate had to deal with Destiny and use The Wheel on them, Destiny grew to hate Fate. Their endless hatred survived, being born into the essence that would eventually become Darwizzy.