SpreadTheAngelLove

Destiny is a weird thing. It’s supposed to be an impartial force, objective, impersonal, unchangeable. Something that not even the Fates themselves, as mere servants of an already written story, can interfere with. Something set in stone by a being who stands above all the rest of creations, oldest than Time itself, oldest than space as we conceive it. And yet, when you find out that this being isn’t as omnipotent and unblemished as they should be, the question becomes inevitable. Can Destiny be flawless, untouchable, immutable if its Creator is not? Can Perfection originate from Imperfection? The most logical answer would be that