Fate doesn't work that way

It started with three drunk gods, and one drowning mortal. It snowballed into a quest for destiny with bound gods, sky prisons, mazes of death, and far too many disasters.

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6. Separation and attackers

Ten minutes later, Kanat was still steaming about the coin she’d taken from him. They’d been walking in silence, fortunately. The girl hadn’t asked him any more stupid questions. Honestly, how ignorant was she? He’d expected a little more glamor to this job. A little more mystery. Not just wandering through endless cities, and crowds of people.

    He kicked at a loose piece of garbage in the street, watching it roll away from him. Cursed mortals. What a waste their lives were. Could there have been sentient beings that were a little more… respectful? What had happened to the old days when a god could get proper respect in a place like this?

    A knot of worry appeared in his chest, and he looked up, suddenly realizing he’d lost the girl. Well, no problem. He couldn’t leave her side anyways. He’d find her again soon. Besides, what did he care? She’d made it this far on her own, hadn’t she?

    Still, the worry grew. If- against all odds- she died now, he would be sentenced to eternal torture. He had to stay with her. That had been his charge, after all. In fact, losing her in a large city like this could actually be very very bad.

    Gritting his teeth, he scanned the area, searching for the annoying mortal. Where had she gone?! How had she gotten away from him so quickly? Was she trying to lose him?

    Heart beginning to race, he turned, searching for her behind him. He’d only made it halfway when the screaming started.

    His head snapped up. That was her. He was sure of it. Even as the screaming began, he felt a deep burn start in his chest. She was in danger, and she needed him. Now. If she died, he’d die with her. He couldn’t let that happen.

    DEMON!

    He spun, confused. The screams had come from his left. But her cry of help had come from his right. Who did he follow?

    Blinded by confusion, he spun back and forth, unsure what to do. As a god, he could be in two places at once. But trapped in this useless mortal body, he was limited on what he could do. And somewhere, his charge was in danger.

    Her screams grew louder, and the fire inside of him grew stronger. Making a split second decision, he bolted to the left.

    The crowds around him blocked his passageway, and he shoved through them. It wasn’t easy- they had stopped, searching for the source of the screaming as well. None of that mattered to Kanat. He was burning inside. He had to find her. And fast. He was almost there. Her screams were growing louder. Almost…

    Someone tripped him.

    It happened too quickly for him to react. One second he was running, and the next he was sprawled on the ground, the breath leaving him for the second time that day.

    He barely had time to gather his thoughts before he was hauled to his feet. His ears picked up a soft click, and then something cold and hard was pressed against his back.

    “Run and I’ll shoot you,” a voice whispered in his ear. “Now walk, boy.”

    Shaken, he tried to pull free. The pressure on his back grew harder. “Stop struggling.”

    Kanat found his blood burning. He was a god! No mortal had the right to treat him like this. He would burn them for this. He would…

    He was powerless. That thought hit him like a ton of bricks. There was nothing he could do. He couldn’t strike out, because his powers were gone. It was useless.

    “Come now,” the voice behind him continued softly. “The whistler will want to see you.”

    “I don’t know who that is,” he growled back, head spinning in a dazed panic. “And I don’t really care.”

    “She has a great interest in seeing you. Behave yourself,” the voice warned.

    She… a chill ran down his spine. The title ‘Whistler’ didn’t stand out to him, but if he were unlucky and this girl ended up being one of his exes… things could get very messy very fast. Then again, there were plenty of females in this world. This ‘whistler’ didn’t necessarily have to be one of the many mortals he’d courted… Besides, most of them would be dead by now anyways. Surely it was just a mistake…

    The fire inside of him surged, and he dropped to his knees, pain exploding in his chest. He let out a breathless gasp, hand going to his heart. Where was that girl, and what was happening to her?! Curse her for getting herself into so much trouble. He’d have a few good, sharp words with her… as soon as he found her, that is. Also assuming that this mortal didn’t kill him first. Why were human forms so restrictive?!

    The human tried to pull him to his feet, but his legs weren’t working. He only collapsed uselessly back to the ground, face burning in anger and embarrassment. This was pathetic! How had he, one of the greatest gods alive, fallen so low?!

    “Alright, that’s enough,” the human voice growled. The gun crashed down on his head, and the world went dark.

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