Shadows of Fate

SHADOWS OF FATE
She studies suffering like a science. He was born to destroy worlds. The universe decided they were each other's problem.
Wednesday Santora is Woe made flesh - a Child of Fate who catalogs misery with academic precision and a straight razor that opens doors between realities. Francesco is a Black Spiral Dancer who ate a Technocracy kill-squad for breakfast and called it a networking event. When a demon frames Wednesday for leveling Chicago, the only thing standing between her and the assembled wrath of every faction in the dark is a wolf who finds her professionally fascinating.
That's the problem.
Days of Fate, not Days of Choice. Every move they think they're making was already written. Every alliance, every betrayal, every impossible thing that shouldn't be able to happen between two people who are constitutionally incapable of it - already decided.
The Loom doesn't explain itself.
It just pulls.
Content: Dark fantasy, World of Darkness setting, morally complex characters, slow burn that burns the whole building down, no redemption arcs because nobody here needs redeeming - they need to be exactly what they are.
"All our days have come. All our days have gone."