OF GODS AND FATED

No matter how slow Ethereal was, once facts lay before her eyes, she knew instantly that it was all a conspiracy, a grand scheme that she had fallen into. How could this be? How had she not seen the signs? How...why did they have to do this to her?
All her life, she had sincerely obeyed and did everything they told her to do. She had never doubted them, never disobeyed, never said no! What did she get in return? Her thousand years of living was a lie, an illusion they casted to make her believe and trust them unconditionally.

EXTRACT

"Get out of my way, Kan."

Panicked at her unusual calmness, Ishakan stood in his place in front of her. If he really let her leave, there was no doubt she would not return and that was something he couldn't afford.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I can do anything, anything to rectify everything. But please, don't leave," he swept his bangs away from his face as his eyes turned red from anxiety.

Ethereal let out a cold, heartless laugh. "You can do anything? Anything? Then kill me with your own hands, Ishakan. Kill me. End everything." Her calm voice turned into a yell and tears spilled on her cheeks. The sight of it made Ishakan nearly crumble in despair. In her thousand years of life, Ethereal had never shed tears but she did today, all because of him...all because of his selfishness. "I have lived like the puppet you all want me to for the past thousand years. I am tired, Ishakan. I don't want to do this anymore. So kill me and end this curse. Free me from this cocoon of bondage. For once, Ishakan, let me finally request something for myself."

That was all it took for the powerful high Creator, Ishakan, to break down in tears. A thousand years ago, he'd cried for this same woman, a thousand years later history was repeating itself