How To End This Marriage-Chapter 44: The Fateful Conclave

In the depths of an obsidian chamber, shrouded in an impenetrable darkness, a foreboding presence rested upon a throne. The figure seated there remained concealed, their identity veiled in the enigmatic shadows that clung to every corner of the room.

God Lunar, a deity whose essence was intertwined with the very radiance of the moon, knelt before the throne. His ethereal hair shimmered like moonlight itself, a cascade of silver cascading down his back. His eyes mirrored the expanse of the celestial heavens, pure and pristine in their white depths. His skin, a pale canvas, seemed to glow faintly in the oppressive darkness.

The deep, resonant voice that emanated from the heart of this shadowy chamber reverberated with authority, its source hidden amidst the murk.

"You keep on failing at what you are assigned to do, God Lunar!" it admonished, its words striking a chord of unease in the moon god’s heart. His responsibilities as the deity of the moon weighed heavily upon him.

"I humbly ask for forgiveness for my incompetence. I am trying, my lord," God Lunar replied, his voice carrying a mixture of reverence and anxiety. He was acutely aware of the gravity of his shortcomings.

The shadowy figure dispelled any notion of forgiveness with its next words, its authority unwavering. "I do not seek your forgiveness. You should fulfill the duties you were assigned, or how can people serve you as a god? Are you not being too incompetent in listening to the people’s pleas?" The voice was an unequivocal rebuke, cutting through the stifling atmosphere.

Once more, God Lunar prostrated himself before the hidden ruler of this enigmatic realm, his plea for understanding laden with humility. "I beseech your forgiveness once more, my lord," he implored, the color drained from his features.

The darkness, unyielding in its presence, seemed to absorb his pleas. "As I mentioned, I do not require your forgiveness, God Lunar. But the work must be done," the ominous voice declared, its authority unshaken by the god’s fervent appeals.

The scene remained cloaked in a shroud of obscurity, an unsettling tableau of divine reprimand and celestial duty, where God Lunar’s failures cast a long shadow over his otherworldly existence.

Within the enigmatic darkness, the atmosphere remained charged with an eerie tension. The voice, ominous and commanding, pierced through the obscurity.

"That girl needs to be discarded. She is not needed for the realm to flow," the voice decreed, its words echoing with an undeniable finality.

The god of fate, Moiroi, dared to interject, his voice carrying a note of caution. "But, my lord, she has now transformed into a different person. It is challenging to influence her as it was done before. She is not behaving the way she used to, nor is she listening to any of us. She despises us. She despises the gods. You should be aware of the deeper implications of this. This is not an easy task," Moiroi explained, his demeanor a delicate balance of deference and concern.

In response, the enigmatic voice maintained its unwavering resolve. "God of fate, isn’t it your role to write people’s destinies? Then you should know what her fate is. Her fate is to disappear. Her fate is to vanish from the entire universe. She is not needed. She is not even required to reincarnate. She is irrelevant to the world’s flow. So, stop questioning me and fulfill your duty," it commanded, its tone sending a shiver down the god of fate’s spine.

Moiroi, however, persisted in his inquiry, seeking understanding. "But, my lord, why are you so concerned about her? She is just a girl. If she is not needed, then let her be. We can simply ignore her," he suggested, his words carrying a trace of pleading.

A terrifying resonance, akin to thunder, rumbled through the chamber in response to Moiroi’s plea, emphasizing the gravity of the situation.

"God of fate! Didn’t you hear what I said? Who gave you the authority to question me?" The voice intensified in its chilling authority, casting an oppressive pall over the entire exchange. The scene remained a tableau of cosmic judgment and divine fate, where the gods themselves trembled in the presence of an enigmatic force beyond their understanding.

The divine conversation continued in the shadowy chamber, the tension palpable even after the disappearance of the commanding voice. The God of Fate, Moiroi, remained bowed, his plea for forgiveness reverberating in the darkness.

"I ask for forgiveness, my lord," Moiroi spoke, his head lowered in a display of profound deference to the unseen authority.

The unseen figure replied with unwavering determination, reiterating its decree. "You only need to do what I wish. As I said, she needn’t be here. She shouldn’t exist. I have no idea how a mere human can be reborn on her own when the gods have decided to take her life by writing her fate. But now, she has been a thorn in the gods’ side. She needs to be discarded." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

With these words, the dark voice dissipated into the void, leaving behind only silence. Moon God Lunar and the God of Fate, Moiroi, were left gazing at the empty, star-studded expanse of the divine realm.

Moiroi, with his fiery red hair and a countenance marked by frustration, turned his gaze toward Lunar. His eyes bore a fierce intensity as he addressed his fellow deity. "Do you now understand the seriousness of the situation?" His voice was tinged with exasperation.

Lunar, still grappling with the weight of their conversation, responded with a heavy heart. "Yes, I was already aware, but that girl, that child, doesn’t even listen to my wishes. What should I do? It’s not like I wish to be hated by the almighty lord, but that girl has changed as you said. She has become a completely different person. No matter how I try to influence her, she doesn’t even budge."

Moiroi’s expression darkened further as he acknowledged the truth. "Above all, the holy sword is on her side, which should be with the almighty god. You know what I mean, right, God Moiroi?"

The divine tension weighed heavily in the starlit realm, where gods grappled with the enigmatic fate of a mortal girl who had defied the very design of the universe.