#fate.

to lose to the one you'd beaten before. to nearly die to a cat. if Azul could make a deal with fate he would. anything to change the world, anything to make this place better.

imagine the things he could change with such power, the respect he could earn, the things he could change.

to make a deal with fate, to rule the universe, to make a fool out of the one with such power. oh how lovely that would be.

"oh? and what would fate get in return?"

Azul turned around, surprise flickered in his eyes for a split second. Though the void still remained dark and lifeless as if nothing had changed.

"it really depends." Azul responded to the voice, adjusting his glasses. "should we settle it based on the power we speak of, i must know the true strength behind it. may i ask how fate acquired such power?"

"The power was always in my hands. I am judge, jury, and executioner. I have swung the gavel for two, and my axe for one. And I can do so again."

many faces appeared, a spark of rage flickered bright. "I believe the only thing i could offer is this-"

Azul clenched his fists, swinging a hard punch at the faces. nothing could've felt more satisfying than what he'd just done... so he kept swinging, harder and harder until his hunger had finally subsided.

he laughed, long and hard before shifting back into his usual businessman nature despite his bloodstained clothes. his smile small and smug. his eyes sly with pleasure.

"What do we say? Is it a deal?"

WHY ARE WE QUOTING ME JUST TO BEAT ME UP. YOU MENACE.