❛❛death is an necessary end. it'll come when it comes.❜❜
Once upon a time, there was a god. Named mischievous and the worst troublemaker, he was banished to the mortal realm, cursed forever to relive lives while remembering every pain and happiness...
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USUALLY IN HORROR OR EVEN FANTASY STORIES, THE PROTAGONIST'S DAY GOES BAD TO WORST. OR IN CAS' CASE, GOOD TO FUCKITY FUCK GET ME OUT FROM HERE.
The day started normally; he got up, drank the same cup of coffee from the usual mug, and saw the familiar excited faces of his students—very calm and peaceful.
Cas loved living as Ted Brooklyn, a young occult professor in his early thirties. He had been reborn more than a dozen times so far, but living as Ted was his favourite one yet. Being able to eat any kind of food without getting out of his house was amazing. Internet, car's and mobiles? Yep, this life of his rocks.
Maybe reincarnation wasn't bad at all.
Later on Cas would curse for jinxing himself. The Moirai do love to mess up with him.
It all started with a creepy old woman.
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Ted/Castiel has a very bad habit of lurking in the park after one of his lectures. The sound of birds chirping with shouts of people was his serotonin for going forward. For a soul who lived mostly on battlefields for survival, it was a welcome change that he took complete advantage of.
Munching on a donut— which had chocolate syrup all over it— he glanced at his surroundings with a sigh. It was a tad unproductive, this life compared to his past ones. While calm, it was tad boring. So when he saw an old lady staring at him without blinking; the hairs across his neck stood up.
Supernatural.
Ted raised a brow at the lady. For all thirty years of this life, he had yet to witness a supernatural creature. He had foolishly assumed there were none in this universe— good to know he was wrong.
Gray and clearly into her late sixties, the old lady was knitting something. A yarn of red wool was placed beside her on the bench with a pair of scissors. No one seemed to notice the lady staring at a man without blinking, Ted internally despaired for humanity's future.
When his gaze met hers, the lady's lips quirked into a wide smile. He narrowed his eyes as she took hold of a thread—red— and cut it off with a snap.
While hearing the sound of the snap was impossible—he is clearly human here and the distance was large— Ted would later on swear how he heard the snap of the scissors cutting the thread quite loudly.
A chill ran down his spine, his eyes drifting to the old woman's expressionless smiling face. Her silver eyes gazed at his vessel's brown eyes in challenge.
Standing up from the bench, he dumped the used tissue in the trash and walked away from the knowing gaze of the creepy lady.
He has spent an adequate time with the supernatural to draw his own suspicions. No, if he has any choice in it, he'll be damned to let anyone interfere in his life again.
Yet oddly curious, he peeked back just to see no one there which made him gulp.
Abort mission, abort mission Cas! Red lights, stop signs!
Tightening his lips he jogged towards the end of the park, near the road just to be slammed by an out of control car.
You know what Jules the rabbit said once,
Blood, blood, anddeath.
Too bad he couldn't fake it with tomato ketchup like she did.
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Time to study aka GLOSSARY!
THE MOIRAI ; aka nicknamed as The Fates in greek mythology. The three goddess—Clotho, Lachesis and Atropos controlled the life and destiny of everyone
