How To End This Marriage-Chapter 45: Veil of Enigma: Godly Riddles

In the dimly lit realm where shadows converged like tendrils of obscurity, a heavy air of uncertainty weighed upon God Lunar. His encounter with the enigmatic voice had left him with a profound sense of doubt and disquiet.

"I understand the situation very well. Even my own position is at stake. Still, I couldn’t comprehend how she survived when she clearly died. I remember the day when I wrote her fate vividly. I recall how my pen ceased to move, just like how she is not yielding now. It felt as though someone was intentionally holding my hand, preventing me from sealing her fate," the God of Fate, Moiroi, explained. His voice quivered with uncertainty, and traces of frustration were etched in his words.

God Lunar listened intently, his features etched with a mix of concern and contemplation. "Why didn’t you mention this to the Almighty God?" he inquired, his gaze searching for answers.

"Me? Tell Him? Do you think I’m eager to erase my own existence? No, clearly, I am not," Moiroi retorted, his reluctance to confront the Almighty God’s wrath evident. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Their conversation exposed the intricate web of divine politics and self-preservation, where even gods grappled with fear and uncertainty.

"I must figure out this situation myself. You can still attempt to sway her. Her existence is perilous. She should not be there," Moiroi asserted, his resolve unwavering. With that, he vanished, leaving God Lunar to wrestle with his thoughts.

Alone in the haunting silence of his realm, God Lunar muttered to himself, deeply absorbed in thought. "How can I pacify her when she constantly blames me for her fate, even though I had no part in her demise?"

His contemplation was abruptly interrupted by the approach of another presence, an unfamiliar entity that disrupted the godly solitude.

"Who are you?" he asked, his divine senses detecting the newcomer before they even spoke.

"Oh, what a keen sense of a god’s presence, dear Lunar!" the woman’s voice taunted, carrying a mocking tone that pierced the atmosphere.

"I asked, who are you?" God Lunar demanded, his patience dwindling.

"I? You don’t know who I am? Has the Almighty God corrupted you as well? Ha ha, I thought you were smarter than that, Lunar," the woman’s voice continued its mocking laughter, as if this interaction were a jest.

An unusual banter unfolded, devoid of the usual reverence reserved for gods. It was a conversation that bore the familiarity of acquaintances teasing one another, further mystifying God Lunar.

"What nonsense are you spouting? Don’t you have any sense of danger? You are speaking to a god. How dare you mock a god? How dare you set foot in the god realm?" God Lunar’s tone turned more menacing as his divine presence radiated authority.

"Ha ha! So naive, Lunar!" the woman laughed again, her demeanor unshaken.

Their exchange had an inexplicable quality, one that defied the conventional rules of divine interaction.

"Listen to your inner self, Lunar. Discover what is true. Uncover your desires. Unless you wish to lose yourself to the demon," she whispered near his ear, her words a haunting echo.

Before he could react, she vanished into thin air, leaving God Lunar grappling with a whirlwind of confusion and intrigue.

"What is true? What did she mean? Who is this woman? How could an unknown entity breach the god realm? What is happening? This contradicts everything I have been taught. Why did she behave as if she knows me?" God Lunar pondered aloud, his emotions a turbulent tempest.

"Never forget who you are," the woman’s voice lingered near his ear, her cryptic words echoing.

"Who am I?" he murmured to himself, the questions spiraling through his mind like a celestial maelstrom.

The mysterious encounter had left God Lunar with a tumultuous sea of emotions, his divine existence suddenly veiled in uncertainty and existential introspection.

***

Within the vast library of the god realm, the God of Fate, Moiroi, pursued a singular quest for answers. He navigated the ethereal shelves, each cloud-like tome containing the wisdom of the divine. The librarian, a delicate presence in this celestial archive, extended their assistance with the utmost reverence.

"Lord, do you wish for any particular book?" the librarian inquired, their voice carrying the weight of respect.

"You need not pay attention to what I want. I can find what I seek myself," Moiroi replied curtly, dismissing the librarian’s offer of guidance as he ventured further into the cloud-covered labyrinth of knowledge.

In his relentless pursuit of hidden truths, Moiroi explored the library’s farthest corners, leaving no celestial tome unexamined. Yet, his relentless quest brought him to an imposing door, one sealed by a colossal, trunk-like key. It barred entry to a passage veiled in secrecy.

"What is this place? Has it always been here?" Moiroi questioned, his curiosity piqued.

"Yes, Lord. This place has always existed," the librarian confirmed with a hint of solemnity.

"Then why is it locked? Open it! I have something to find," Moiroi commanded, his tone resolute.

"It cannot be opened," the librarian declared, their response unwavering.

"Why? Are you refusing a god? You are well aware of the scope and anger of a god, correct?" Moiroi’s voice grew stern, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

"Yes, I am well aware. However, some boundaries extend even to us. There exists a certain limit for the gods, and that limit extends beyond this library. If you intend to threaten us, I’m afraid you have failed quite miserably," the librarian responded with a composed demeanor, their words laced with an unwavering resolve.

Moiroi’s frustration flared, and he questioned the librarian’s motives with growing intensity. "Why are you going to such lengths to deny me?"

"Some secrets are better kept hidden, and the revelation of these secrets is determined by their owners. For now, we cannot disclose them," the librarian explained with a touch of melancholy before dissolving into the ephemeral confines of the library, leaving Moiroi to grapple with the enigmatic door and the mysteries it guarded.

"Secrets? Again? I will not be deterred. I will go to any lengths to uncover the truth behind what prevented me. No one has ever thwarted me before. How could a mere human prevent me from scripting her fate? No, I cannot accept it," Moiroi declared vehemently, his unwavering determination fueled by the challenge that lay before him, within the confines of the secretive door that defied even the gods’ understanding.