The Moirai

Damon

“Misha, a little respect, please,” my father urges.

“Why? I have no reason to give them any!” she snaps.

Atropos, who is wearing a black and gold toga that accentuates her black hair and dark features, says flatly, “Because I could end you.”

Misha laughs as she fearlessly approaches Atropos and commands, “Kneel.”

Her body obeys but she's clearly bewildered,

Atropos gasps, “What? How?” She glares at Clotho.

Clotho shrugs, “I didn't create her, Atropos so stop staring daggers at me.”

Lachesis, who is wearing a white and silver toga that brings out the gold in her brown hair, asked, “Why'd you bring, Misha is it, here?”

“They didn't bring me because according to you only you can find them, not the other way around so I brought them! “ Misha yells.

Lachesis looks at me, “Damon stop jesting.”

“Don't look at me. This is all my Queen's doing,” I replied to Lachesis whom I have had the most contact with.

“So you found her?” Clotho asks.

“Yes, and my half-sister too.”

Ana waves, “Ні.”

Clotho gasps, “Ummm, I didn't make you a half-sister.”

My father laughs, “Well, sorry about that. It appears Vivian and I had other plans.”

Lachesis sneers, “I should've know letting immortals play with humans was a bad idea.”

Ana glares at her, “Oh, you best watch what you say!”

Misha smirks, “How about I just silence her?” She waves her hand and Lachesis grabs her throat trying to speak but nothing comes out.

Clotho’s gaze softens as if she's only now seeing Misha, “Misha, come here where I can see you better, please. Leave those bitches be.”

“I think I like that one,” Ana says.

Misha and I walk over to Clotho. “Oh my! Lachesis, why did you remove her parents from Earth?”

Lachesis points to Atropos who says, “Because I wanted to end them permanently.”

Clotho shakes her head, “But it wasn't their time.”

“I didn't care. They disrupted the balance. They made a child!” Atropos snaps.

My father cocks his head, “Well, so did I yet I'm very much still in power.”

Atropos shrugs, “I like you.”

“Personal preference shouldn't play in this. I don't give a fuck if you fucked my father. Making Misha an orphan is inexcusable!” I would destroy fate for my Queen.

“Hold on, please. Misha, may I see your hands palms up, please,” Clotho says. Misha holds out her hands and Clotho traces the lines. Palmistry, also known as palm reading, chiromancy, or chirology, is the practice of fortune-telling through the study of the palm. The practice is found all over the world, with numerous cultural variations. Those who practice chiromancy are generally called palmists, hand readers, hand analysts, or chirologists. Clotho has one such talent. “By reading the lines on your hands you can tell a lot about the person. I can see where you've been and where you are going. I made your parents. In essence I'm you're grandmother. See,” She shows Misha her right hand and matches the lines. “Your parents shouldn't have found each other as they are the mirror image of one another. Much like Damon and Justin are.”

Misha scoffs, “Don't I fucking know it.”

Ana grumbles, “Pompous cheating asshole.” I just laugh and shrug.

Clotho laughs, “Oh, you're nearly as bad Damon.”

“Was, I stopped playing with mortals centuries ago.”

Atropos taunts, “Just not succubi.”

I shrug. Misha must not like how Atropos dredges up my past because she glares at her,”

Who any of you all have fucked is beside the point. You made me think I killed my parents!”

Atropos shrugs, “Because you were supposed to reset or disappear altogether.”

“You self righteous bitch!” Misha rushes toward her. “Maybe you're the one that needs to be reset!”

Clotho begs helplessly, “Misha, my child, please.”

Atropos scoffs, “What she can't kill us. No being can, not even the king of the gods.”

Clotho shakes her head no, “In that you're wrong.”

Misha smirks, “It doesn't feel good knowing that your fate rests in someone else's hands now does it? I'll allow Lachesis to speak but if I hear something disrespectful, I won’t hesitate to silence her again.”

Lachesis gasps for air before she says, “I'm sorry this is all insane.”

Clotho looks at her sisters, “You allowed Atropos to disrupt the balance even if she thought she was restoring it. Misha and her wrath are the consequences, sisters.”