"Interesting… so he escaped."
A voice whispered from pure darkness.
A short boy, no older than ten, dressed in white apparel, knelt on the ground.
"Yes, sire."
It was none other than Fariel, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he answered.
A figure soon stepped out of the darkness. It had no face, no eyes, no features—no body features at all.
Its body was black, mixed with white.
"Interesting… Devon Veyron, the one being who has the ability to resist my order."
The figure's voice was calm and charming, like that of a young man in his youth.
"I will find him for you… but—" Fariel spoke, only to be interrupted.
"You need the Book of Understanding."
The figure spoke again.
"It will be hard, even for me—but not impossible. The Book of Understanding was created by the three previous entities—Space, Time, and Life themselves. A one time use artifact. It grants anything you request… but never something that could bring life as we know it to an end."
A pause.
"Get me a piece of it… and I will see what I can do."
Fariel bowed lower.
"Yes, sire."
As Fariel vanished, the figure looked up, its hands folded behind its back.
"Devon Veyron… you must make this interesting for me."
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Back in Ohio
Devon looked at his mom.
Her hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel.
"Why are you doing this, Devon?" Her voice cracked.
"Why don't you want to tell me?"
This time, she broke down completely.
Devon knew the way he acted was different from that of an average child.
If he could, he would try to fit into the image of the Devon they knew.
But he was incapable.
Of faking emotions.
How long had it been since he had even shed a tear?
Devon knew that if she didn't believe him, things could get messy.
It could make it harder for him to finish what he needed to do here.
"I saw him."
Devon said calmly.
"What?" His mother glanced at him briefly.
"I stepped out of the room… and I saw him."
"What… what did he look like?"
"He was young…looked my age
A monster. No doubt."
His mother stared at him.
He continued.
"His eyes… I've seen them before.
The eyes of someone who was tired.
Someone who wanted everything to end…
but couldn't. Just couldn't give up."
Devon's voice remained calm, his eyes fixed on his lap.
His mother didn't fully understand what he meant…
but she saw his eyes.
"Why didn't you say all this to the police?"
Devon didn't answer.
He just kept staring down.
His mother closed her eyes, her palm covering her face as she let out a shaky sigh.
"It's fine… it's fine… it's fine…"
She repeated it, as if trying to comfort herself as well.
Devon had described someone off the top of his head…
but along the way, he might have been describing himself.
"Let's get you something to eat," his mother said, her voice breaking the gloomy atmosphere.
She started the engine, and they soon arrived at a restaurant.
His mom ordered two cheeseburgers.
Devon stared at the food… then looked out the window.
Kids playing outside.
Couples holding hands.
The atmosphere felt livid,
People unaware of their fate and how everything ends"
He soon ignored it , it was not his business anyways he couldn't care less.
Just as he attempted to take a bite—
A massive headache struck him.
A sharp pain exploded in his head.
Not physical—
Something deeper.
Like something was pulling him… elsewhere.
He screamed out unconsciously.
"Devon! Are you okay?" his mother asked, standing up.
Waving one hand at her, he coldly pushed her away.
"I'm fine," he replied, his voice distant as he stood.
He staggered toward the bathroom, barely able to walk straight.
"What's going on…?"
He stared into the mirror, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, his face still looked like that of a fourteen year old teenager.
But his vision began to blur.
He tried to step forward
Then collapsed, completely losing consciousness.
He opened his eyes.
A white room.
Pillars stood in every direction, stretching endlessly.
No other color existed.
Only white
Apart from Devon who stood there
Back in his godly form.
No longer a child.
He was taller more Composed. His white silk hair falling naturally over his shoulders.
"I don't think I've had the time to speak with you before."
A figure stepped out from nowhere.
His face was pure white. A crown rested on his head like a halo. He looked innocent—pure.
But that only made Devon more wary.
The figure walked closer… until it stood just centimeters away.
"You are really going through with all this."
Devon stared at him briefly.
"…And who might you be?"
The figure smiled.
Devon folded his hand, attempting to conjure a spell(m
Nothing happened.
"Relax."
The figure stepped even closer.
It raised its hand… and gently caressed Devon's face.
"You ask who I am… but you already know the answer to that question."
It stepped back, then turned, gesturing for Devon to follow.
"Say it."
A pause.
"Who am I, Devon?"
Devon's eyes widened slightly… then narrowed.
"…Fate."
The figure smiled… and continued walking.
Devon hesitated for a moment.
Then followed.
"What you are attempting to do… is not something that cannot be done."
A pause.
"It is something that should never be done."
It turned slightly.
"Going back in time as a mortal… can be overlooked. The changes they cause are negligible."
It stopped walking.
"But when a god interferes… the future itself can be rewritten."
Devon stared at him, his expression cold—but his mind was active.
"And what does that have to do with you?"
Devon asked.
"You are Fate. An entity that exists on the fifth-dimensional plane."
Fate smiled faintly.
"True"
"But there are still things… capable of threatening my existence."
Devon's lips curled into a cold, calculating smile.
"…Like another entity?"
Fate's expression changed.
The smile faded.
Devon looked at him calm and certain.
"You're afraid."
A pause.
"That something could rise… from what I'm about to do."
Silence.
Fate said nothing. But his facial expression changed slightly it didn't look calm and pure anymore
Devon's grin widened slightly.
"You just gave me another reason to see this through to the end."