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[ex_divinely145]

Why?

Because. Because this planet has begun to think in concepts less outmoded than light and dark. They have begun to think of things as past and future, and I, my dear, am the past. All the terrifying heroism and blood-soaked pettiness of it, all of the love and the ordinary, dusty grind of life, all of the mystics and the angels and the elder gods.

As for knowing my mind... That is beyond even my reach, and, lovely girl, as one of the new gods I am truly, madly, deeply powerful.

So: come along.

Try me.

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[ex_divinely145]

We creatures of Heaven and Hell do imitate humans that way -- we try desperately to make our own luck, in the face of compromised Divine Plans.

[cassie_of_troy]

I don't know many humans who try to make their own luck. Most of them are resigned to fate.

At least, that's how it used to be.

[ex_divinely145]

No, never. Humans have always struggled against fate, even if it snares them in the end. They try; that's the virtue of humanity. And the fault, of course. Sometimes you just want them to sit down and shut up.

[cassie_of_troy]

You've never met Prince Hector.

[ex_divinely145]

Well, some of them are just stupid. Exception, proving the rule...

[cassie_of_troy]

[She doesn't know how to react to that...]

Gods...

[ex_divinely145]

Look! You don't see a God of Fate around anymore, do you? Not these days.

[cassie_of_troy]

Who was the God of Fate?

[ex_divinely145]

In your time, there were three -- oh, you know.

[cassie_of_troy]

The Fates.

[ex_divinely145]

Yes. Them.

[cassie_of_troy]

I have enough problems with the gods I know. I don't think I want to deal with new ones.

That's been difficult enough...

[ex_divinely145]

It's how it goes. Old gods die, new gods are born.

[cassie_of_troy]

Or unborn, as the case may be...

[ex_divinely145]

She'll die too. Even if she never existed in the first place, she'll die.

[cassie_of_troy]

[She considers this a moment, then nods.]

Good.

[ex_divinely145]

You... are tolerable. You don't give me any profound urges towards smiting or tempting.

[cassie_of_troy]

Tolerable? Not a word I often get.

I infuriate most gods. And mortals.

[ex_divinely145]

I'm not most gods.

[ And then he laughs -- a deep, half-manic laugh. ]

I am most gods, of course. I am, I am! But I'm not like them.

[cassie_of_troy]

I can live with that.

Not much of a choice in it.