Warlock of The Fates

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"The gods always had a sickening sense of humor."

~The Goddess Hera

Yeah, so you can just call me rather insane.

I no longer feel anything at the sight of death but I still feel the pang of sadness that I didn't have a choice; a choice on the path I would take and who I would become.

But look at me getting ahead of myself, you guys don't even know me damned name. For now I believe that is best you don't know who I am exactly, primarily because if you did you wouldn't get very far. I kill, I silence, I end.

Whatever, you are bound to found out regardless. My name is Wade Devereux, a simple little warlock who hunts in his spare time due to the fact she gets pieces of paper with names of those who have used the night as cover for murder.

I play with fate every damned day, because it is my job to in a sense cut the thread of those who have lived past their prime or have become a toxicity to the world. My job sucks but it is a job none the less, though I doubt I can just quit; I would end up dead. The Fates are not kind to warlocks or witches who act as their thread cutters; who up and vanish.

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Suddenly my train of thought was interrupted, a groan escaping my lips as I realized I pulled that mini monologue shit again as though I had an audience. It was common my imagination ran amuck, it was always easier to view my own life as nothing more than a television show that went askew the first episode.

"Mr. Devereux! Pay attention!" The sound of a very cranky old woman came into my ear as I stared at my three aunts a.k.a The Fates. This was my life, constantly listening to three immortal women who droned on and on about the meaning of life and knitted you shittty little sweaters for presents. I may be named a Warlock, but in reality; I am the closest descendent to the Moirai and therefore had some inkling over control over fate.

"Sorry auntie Clotho... What were you saying?" I flinched as she gave me her deadliest glare before repeating her sentiment. "Seeing as you cut thread child, we need you to cut the thread of a young woman who has taken up murder. We may spin and cut these threads but we need her physical body gone." A sigh escaped me as I stood up from my seated position brushing black waves from my face.

"Send me the location and name. I will make sure she is dead by the end of the day." Cold and damned, my voice was the calm before a very hectic storm. My belt felt heavy all of a sudden as my own pair of golden scissors sat their emitting the sweet musk of death, it was odd how much I took after my family but my job was certain.

You see the fates in reality never really controlled fate, they merely watched and observed. Clotho watching as the thread is formed, Lakhesis watching as the length drew out properly, and Atropos having the pleasure of watching someone snip the cord. Humans controlled their own fates and their own deaths, it was merely the three goddesses to judge and determine the worth of the humans who lived upon earth.

They may seem old but they always are aware of what is happening in someone's life, no matter whom you are. Yet, I am different by ten fold because I don't have a thread; my life was not created by humans but by fate themselves. My cord is within me never ending and open to all who wish to attack me, making me as vulnerable as a human if I were to be stabbed in the heart where my thread glows prominently.

But it was time, with a nod at my three aunts; I was gone in mere seconds as I concentrated on the young woman. Vera Nunez, located in the most annoying city known as Orlando, Florida. The smell of the sea still drifted in my damn nose and I was even near the godforsaken sea, Poseidon was surely playing some foul joke.

I now stood in the middle of a dark little alleyway, converse tied perfectly I walked out from the hiding space my eyes glancing around for any clue as to where I stood. Yet, I stopped abruptly, there was the target and just as expected she was at her antics. On the empty street she held a gun to young man's head but for some odd reason she had tears streaming down her face and her eyes looked panicked despite her sadistic smile.

Soon the gunshot rang clear and soon the gun was going towards her head. She finally looked at me with scared as that merely screamed help, she was not in control that much was clear and my aunts had missed this interference in this girls life.

My hands flew up and though minor an elemental gust of wind shoved the gun out of the girls hand just as she attempted to pull the trigger. My feet were ahead of my own mind and I was speeding towards her, she scrambled to reach the gun but even her muscles seemed to be resisting the movement.

The moment I reached her it was to late, she got there first and the bullet was snug like a bug inside her skull. The last remnant of life gone from her and some type of black ink on her collarbone fading away in an attempt to prevent anyone from finding out the truth.

This girl had eaten something forbidden and the person responsible would be hunted. She had eaten an Apple of Discord...

||~|| A/N ||~||

Welcome everyone to the newest book I am creating.

Apologies to those who had initially begun reading Ancient's Reveal but when my muse cheated on me I lost my will to continue...

However, I am bringing forth this beauty and I hope you enjoy!

Wade: You freaking better. >.>

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