Transmigrating from a zombie world to become the mecha kings wife
Chapter 563: Between Lythia and fate.

Chapter 563: Between Lythia and fate.

Meanwhile, in the realm of fate, the goddess Lythia paid a visit to the realm of fate. She had much to discuss with the goddess of fate, at the top of her list was the deal which was made between her and Nyx. But fate was a bitch, talking to her was nothing but frustrating. Everything that she said was cryptic and shadowy, unclear and foggy, leaving the one who sought answers with more questions than answers.

It also irked Lythia that fate divided herself, and there were three of her and they all liked to talk out of turn and cackle.

Staring at them, Lythia could already feel the need to stab two so that she could speak to only one.

She sighed reluctantly and said, "We need to talk."

"Another visitor from your realm. The underworld must really be desperate if I am being sought out this much." The first one said. It was the one in the middle.

"You didn’t even say hello sister." the second said.

"It is only polite to exchange greetings." the third said.

"This is why nobody likes you Shadow, you are dark and rude." The middle one said.

"Scary and malevolent." The second said.

The third, of course chipped in as well. "Sinister and wicked."

"Are you done?" Impatiently, Lythia asked the trio.

"We are never done."

"We are always working."

"We are always weaving."

"Hush now." Lythia roared.

All three weavers of fate laughed.

"We can do that too." They said. For once, they spoke together, at the same time and they went ahead to make their point by roaring.

Why did I have to come to them? Lythia asked herself. Of all the frustrating deities, it had to be fate. Why did Nyx have to seek out the help of fate?

She swallowed every discomfort she had and decided to get straight to the point.

"Can we just have one conversation that is not shrouded in mystery? I am here to find out what kind of deal you made with Nyx. Arcissa can see the children more and more clearly the further along Scarlet’s progresses. According to her, you laid the first claim on the first child, the most powerful of them all, a child of life and death. According to her, the child has the marking of a prophet.

Prophecies are your department, both the true and false prophets work for you. Their existence gives power to your realm. What I do not understand is why you would make a grim reaper a prophet. Prophets are human, not immortal."

Prophets were humans that were placed on different worlds to proclaim the wills of different gods. They spread their tales, committed divine acts, inspired greatness and increased the faith of the humans in deities. Most importantly, they gave hope false or real. Their existence was very important to the gods and fate was responsible for them. True prophets were as rare as pure souls. As a matter of fact, only a human with a pure soul could be a true prophet.

The goddess of fate, all three of them laughed. They cackled like ancient witches that had just been raised from the depths of darkness. Then, one by one, they responded to Lythia’s questions.

"Are you so blind?"

"How many worlds exist?"

"Uncountable, including the forgotten ones."

Images of many worlds floated in the space before Lythia, thousands of worlds.

"So many humans, so much misery."

"So few prophets, so little hope."

"An immortal prophet lives forever."

"From one world to another, she will go."

"And spread the news of our greatness."

"The river of fate will continue to flow."

"And balance will be restored."

"There is no such thing as an immortal prophet!" Lythia shouted at them.

Even if one was to exist, fate had to go and speak to creation about what she wanted and it would be made for her.

From all looks, fate had lost her mind in Lythia’s eyes. She wanted to use a grim reaper to do her work instead of following the natural order of things and searching for worthy humans on different worlds.

"There is one now." Fate answered.

It was a done deal, the child had been marked and chosen. Her fate had been decided and it could not be changed.

"No," Lythia shouted. She could not agree with this madness. Just as fate wanted more prophets, so too did they need grim reapers. If fate claimed a reaper, what was to stop other deities from attempting to do the same in future?

The images of the many worlds vanished like smoke and the one of the fates stood up, the one that occupied the middle seat on their thrones.

"You cannot stop it." she declared.

"Death will not have it." Lythia said to them.

"Death failed us first." The three fates said together.

The middle one said, "The number of humans that are dying has gone up in different worlds. They are killing themselves because they have no faith and no hope. They are messing with my plans, my hard work and weakening my realm. Do you know that there are worlds which now have something stupid called assisted suicide?

Your life gets a little hard so you end it because you have free will. That is not part of my plan for most of them, I did not design it." She shouted angrily. "You are overwhelmed with souls because guardian reapers are not even trying to stop the ones whose time is not yet over to hold on. Look outside, how many strings do you see vanishing every second that passes?"

An image of one single human appeared in the space in front of Lythia. It showed the human progressing rapidly from the point of birth to death. One after another, the three fates spoke.

"One sister creates them"

"One brother gives them life."

"One brother decides when to end that life."

"And we decide how they should live from the day of their birth to the day of their death."

"But look at our strings!!" They all cried out.

Their cry was more of an agonized wail. It almost seemed as if the strings which were cut short before their time caused pain to them.

"Balance must be restored." They whispered.

But Lythia could not understand their reasoning. If the problem was one guardian reapers could solve then they could work harder to solve it. Grim reapers had once worked for thousands of years without rest and they could do so again if the situation called for it. A grim reaper that worked for another god and another realm was bound to be an outcast in their realm. Reapers had a pack mentality. They were like wolves, moving in groups and pairing up. What pack would a prophet have among them?

The three fates spoke up as if they had read Lythia’s mind and decided to answer her doubts.

"The child who walks between life and death is bound to experience loneliness."

"Where will she be accepted?"

"In both realms she will be the odd man out."

"In this realm she will be precious."

"She will be loved."

"She will be glorified."

"She will have a home."