Underworld Twisted Fate

a sentence collection for the warriors , those who fight and those who destroy .

“ i… i did this —”

“ i did this !?”

“ n—no , it — it wasn’t supposed to be this way! ”

“ ( name ) !!! ”

“ t—that’s… the smile… i was hoping to see… ”

“ thank you… for everything… ”

“ they are dead, don’t you get it !? you killed them! ”

“ they are all dead because of you! ”

“ don’t you dare run away !”

“ (name) … ? ”

“ i—is he/she/they…? ”

“ o—oh god, oh god w—we gotta — get you somewhere— ”

“ g—get me ou—out of here… ”

“ i can’t — feel my l–leg… ”

“ you fought well… ”

“ you did what you could. ”

“ there was no way around this. ”

“ if i had… only come sooner, then m—maybe… ”

“ they are trapped because of you! ”

“ who sent you!? ”

“ who asked for your help!? ”

“ if you had come sooner then maybe — maybe they’d be alive! ”

“ it’s — it’s all your fault. ”

“ i want—ed to do… more… “

“ no — no, please — please don’t talk… rest… ”

“ p—please ! ( name ) hang on! ”

“ don’t you DARE slip away from me now! ”

“ come on, come o—on — please!! please!! ”

“ for the lo—ve of god, (name) ! ”

“ (name) it’s… useless… “

“ h—hey… c—can y—you hear me???”

“ shhh , i’ve got you… i’ve got you… ”

“ don’t let go. ”

“ i wish… i got to see him/her/them o—one more… time… ”

“ did i… s—sav… save him/her/them… ? ”

“ hey n—now… wh—why are you crying… ? ”

“ th…ank you f… for believing in me, (name)… ”

“ this is… all… i could e—ever ask for… ”

“ i did… what i had to do… ”

“ ke—ep living on… f–for me…? ”

“ goodbye, (name)…”

Fate observed the smoking, pale green card flipping between his fingers for another moment (his newest acquisition) before it disappeared from his grasp, presumably back with the others on the gambler’s belt. A short sort of chuckle escaped his lips as he turned his head in the direction of the scarecrow.

“Harbinger,” he said with a nod in greeting. “I should hope you’ve heard, especially in Bilgewater. It would seem people haven’t heard what typically happens after a deal with me is finished… or they’re to concerned with their wealth to care about the fact that their souls end up in MY possession~”

“Elise? I’ve not heard much, but I’ve heard of her.” he shrugged, the armor on his right arm giving a hollow-sounding rattle.

Fate was a patient man. He didn’t necessarily mind the Harbinger’s speeches and found them to be mostly insightful. The scarecrow had a surprising way with words that never made talking to him a dull experience. 

True to their deal, Twisted Fate watched impassively as the man won hand after hand at whatever gambling den he saw fit to visit. He didn’t even bother hiding the grin as he robbed his opponents blind, seeming to take delight in the fact that he was using a supernatural entity to cheat, something he believed they could do nothing about…

The poor man seemed to be under the delusion that Fate’s “services” included protection from whatever consequences might befall him because of their little “trick”.

Any city in the world had its share of desperate people. Those willing to risk so much for the sake of another try, just one more try… Bilgewater, among others, was rife with people willing to take extreme measures to achieve goals that had crept into their minds… And rumor had been spreading of one who could help you succeed where chances needed to be taken to win– or regain– a fortune.

Fate observed the smoking, pale green card flipping between his fingers for another moment (his newest acquisition) before it disappeared from his grasp, presumably back with the others on the gambler’s belt. A short sort of chuckle escaped his lips as he turned his head in the direction of the scarecrow.

“Harbinger,” he said with a nod in greeting. “I should hope you’ve heard, especially in Bilgewater. It would seem people haven’t heard what typically happens after a deal with me is finished… or they’re to concerned with their wealth to care about the fact that their souls end up in MY possession~”

Yes, Fate could remember a lot from his living days. But even as time passed, his memories, starting with the smaller, more insignificant ones, were beginning to fade from his mind. His previous life was over after all; it didn’t matter anymore. Before long, he likely wouldn’t even remember Graves, or being from Bilgewater, or even his early years on the Serpentine. All that would remain was the time he spent on the Shadow Isles.

The wraith shook his head.

Fate observed the smoking, pale green card flipping between his fingers for another moment (his newest acquisition) before it disappeared from his grasp, presumably back with the others on the gambler’s belt. A short sort of chuckle escaped his lips as he turned his head in the direction of the scarecrow.

“Harbinger,” he said with a nod in greeting. “I should hope you’ve heard, especially in Bilgewater. It would seem people haven’t heard what typically happens after a deal with me is finished… or they’re to concerned with their wealth to care about the fact that their souls end up in MY possession~”

Home. The word brought an unexpected... twinge to the dead man’s mind. 

How long had it been since he was able to really call any place that? After the Serpentine, the closest he ever got was Bilgewater...

But if the Shadow Isles were where everyone was meant to go anyway, were those places of his living days ever really home to him? It didn’t feel like it, not anymore. It seemed death had an odd way of... making everything clearer...

Fate observed the smoking, pale green card flipping between his fingers for another moment (his newest acquisition) before it disappeared from his grasp, presumably back with the others on the gambler’s belt. A short sort of chuckle escaped his lips as he turned his head in the direction of the scarecrow.

“Harbinger,” he said with a nod in greeting. “I should hope you’ve heard, especially in Bilgewater. It would seem people haven’t heard what typically happens after a deal with me is finished… or they’re to concerned with their wealth to care about the fact that their souls end up in MY possession~”

An embodiment of greed? The thought brought a teeth-baring grin to his face. Greed could have been considered something he was MORE than guilty of in life... and in death here he was, still taking advantage of the boundless greed of the living, and cheating them of so much more than their gold.

“Karthus, huh? Can’t say I’ve had the pleasure of actually meeting him yet.” he hummed. “As for the Shadow Isles... It’s a place I would have avoided at all costs just a short while ago. Now?”

He shrugged.