Origins of the Fates

1: Eris Morn

When gods go to war, it's those who worship them that pay.

The city of Ilyntalos has been the last big, major city that remains in what was once called the United States. When the gods of our world shattered the veil separating our world from that of man, we all became their victims.

My job is simple, I work for the evil elven warlock who runs the city. I do whatever he tells me. Why do I do such things for a horrible man? Well, that's because he has my family trapped somewhere, and if I don't do as he says, they will pay.

Currently, I stand in the hall outside his massive chamber that he calls his throne room. It indeed is a big throne room, but no one truly cares about that, as he's not one to worry about the small things like that. No, he's much more of the kind of evil force that worries more about the fury of others who he has hurt.

"Eris Morn, report to the loading docks immediately. I repeat, Eris Morn, report to the loading docks immediately."

I sigh. I did indeed just come from the loading docks, all the way up to the top of this stupid palace-like building to hear the orders of my true Master. Not that of some lapdog who wants to gain his favor. But I must do as he says, or else.

I step into the glass elevator, watching the glowing city within this palace-like building. The true city outside is where the "lower" people live in squalor. We here are all considered to be nobility. However, they are wrong. We are truly all prisoners.

The city within the palace is called City of Glass. It's honestly an appropriate name for this cursed place.

Once the elevator lowers down to the level of the loading docks, I step out into the wide hall and head down to the docks. My gaze sweeps across the hall, taking in my surroundings, as always.

There is the concrete floors and ceiling, as well as the thick glass walls. I stop before the overlook, peering out as people mill about, their buzzing movements fast as they go about doing their work. Sensing someone approaching me, I turn around as Aires Ozias steps up to peer over at the dock.

The dark magick fae's red eyes scan the room below, and then he turns to me. "Eris. I just want you to know, even though things are messed up right now, I..."

"Aires, Eris!"

Aires turns around as Jericho Barlow, a Reaper, heads over to us. "Well, it's a shock to see you two together."

Indeed, because even though in private, Aires and I are in love. But here, trapped in the Glass City, we are typically thought of as enemies. Jericho's dark, swirling black eyes shimmer as they turn on me.

"Well, I'm sure you have some work to do," I say, glancing at Aires. A silent plea for him to just leave is there, and he understands.

"You don't boss me around, Eris." But regardless, Aires leaves. 

As soon as Aires is gone, Jericho turns to me once again. "What was that about, huh?"

I shrug. "Boys will be boys."

He chuckles. "Ah, I see. Well, I am glad you are here, Morn. After all, I am the reason you were called down here."

I do my best to hide my shock, fear, and anger at this. Shock and anger for wondering why I'm here. But fear, because I do not know what exactly he wants. And that, in and of itself, is terrifying.

"Oh? Well, what do you need?" I ask.

"Follow me," he says. We start to walk, and the Reaper clears his throat. "Well. I'm sure you're curious about why exactly you've been called down here. I'm sorry to pull you from your other jobs, but this one's important."

"Okay. Well, what is the job?"

"Straight to the point, eh?" Jericho chuckles again. "I like that about you, Morn."

"Like I said, boys will be boys," I grumble.

This causes the Reaper to outright laugh. "Indeed. You're correct in that assessment, Morn. Anyways, there is this job that Mercury wants us to look into. He said he wants the best of the best on this."

"Okay, so are you going to tell me what the job is, or will you just leave me hanging?"

"We will be leaving the Glass City's walls. Heading to the outside world."

I stare at him. "Am I to go alone, or will I be allowed to have friends? And do you know exactly what we are doing once outside the walls?"

"You typically ask this many questions, Morn?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head. "I am not a simple lackey, Reaper. I know my role. But seeing as how this is arguably the most dangerous job, I think I deserve to know what is happening."

Jericho chuckles and nods.  "Alright, I get you. So, to answer your questions, you will be going with about six others. The plan is to locate a mineral in a cave about seventy miles to the south of here, which is said to enhance the powers of those who know how to tap it."

"So, it's essentially a drug run?"

Jericho shrugs. "Sounds a bit crude, but yeah, I guess so."

"What else?"

"Hmm?"

"Don't insult my intelligence, Jericho," I snap. "We both know you're holding something back."

"Fine," he sighs. "This is indeed dangerous, since there are Clans out there who will try and take that mineral from you, and yes, they will use deadly force."

"Super. Do I get to pick who comes along?"

"Ask Mercury, I don't know everything. But if you're curious, he's currently in the Overseer office with a couple of the others who are best, like you."

"Alright," I say, turning away. "See you later, Jericho."