Seven Deadly Sons

Insert 5: Scheming broken schemes.

** important note! ** not quite finished yet but I wanted to give any of you dedicated readers of mine something xx

It should not have gone to see her.

It knew how much this day would influence the rest of it's hopefully; long, healthy and soothsayer free life. But there was still huge risk undertaken.

It had to see her, in that disgusting bunker of loud music and louder species. See what Death had become in life. Change-bringer personified, her name was Ameline, the Crone recalled.

The shack shook in a pseudo wind. Dust fell, like the ashes of the dead. A party to be had.

The Crone smiled, broadly.

Now, though, now was a time for celebration. The betrayal had gone smoothly. The High Priestess has lost faith in Death. From death had come life, the grave risen. But imagination was better than reality and the card has been evicted.

It's fingers twitched in anticipation. The silk table cloth was thrown in haste, slightly skewed — an event which had never happened as of yet. Straightening the fabric, it produced the deck, taking particular note of the final outcome cards position.

Shock.

Horror.

What?

Death was certainly gone alright, gone completely! This was not good news at all.

What card would she — Ameline — now embody? She could be anything!

She could die...

No. No. This would not do. All the cards could fail, for all the crone cared, but the key players could not go anywhere.

A tailspin would happen as a result of the new movements, The Moon was moved to past, as well as The Chariot — while the Devil and The Lovers took the crown and future positions, respectively. It was a huge risk for the crone to bring love into the game, but it would not be stuck in this shack for another millennia. Immortality was a cruel mistress.

Who were The Lovers? They so rarely showed up in individuals lives, so rarely did anyone feel true love — without naivety to accompany them.

Death was a flippant piece. Anyone who was anyone could find clarity with it's traits; of change and ending relationships.

And of itself - because two things in this life — this long, punishing life... — were certain; death and Elfhame's endless taxes.

Even an immortal, effervescent being like itself had to succumb to their stupid regime.

How did it earn money it hears you ask? Still considering it's new scheming scheme, it will take pity on you and answer.

The crone dealt in death. Much like it's current problem, Ameline. That witch.

Knowing everything and everyone was a coveted skill to use, but not to have and hold oneself. Just think; killers and murderers aplenty would have no trouble at all finding their mark, they knew were the poor soul would be before they even did.

Thus, the crone welcomed all manner of ill intent to darken it's shacks door, and when they entered the cards would be dealt and their marks future sealed. Princess, kind hearted soul or mischievous handmaiden — they were all fair game in this world, and therefore game for the crones coffers. It was not above hurting anyone to get where it needed to be.