[Magic the Gathering: Duskmourn - House of Horror redux]

>Previously: https://archive.4plebs.org/tg/thread/96461412/#96478223

She saw it all coming, of course. Her power to shape fate is supposed to be limited in scope beyond her own destiny, aligned with small scale events, but it is impossible not to notice my arrival bending all outcomes around itself like an event horizon swallowing up a solar system. Oh, how she tugged and twisted at the possibilities, trying fruitlessly to stop what she perceived as a nightmare.

But I myself am born of Fate, thrice over. Once from the Norns, once by the grace of Samsara, and once from Ananke.

All she accomplished was obtaining my interest. Itself a greater feat than she could accomplish. I watched her dimly grasp at the impenetrable barrier of a compleated timeline. Stayed my hand as she tracked my path of conquest through a more easily observed target's fate: Avacyn. She watched Avacyn drive the Eldrazi with spear of light and flail of flame into a gaping singularity of the Deep. She saw the angel weep as she overlooked entire planes roaring to senescence as they found themselves endowed with machine-god bodies, even as she herself spread oil across worlds yet to have their own Planeswarden grafted into existence.

She was with Avacyn as she hovered lonesomely over a still, biomechanical multiverse. Burdened with the certain knowledge this truly was all for the best.

When I finally made contact with her, she begs me over and over to consider alternatives. She promises to devote herself to my vision of perfection if I do nothing further to revert Phyrexia after, bereft of it's master, it is consumed for Weatherlight fuel. She asks me why I saved the angel only to scour the world.

To her surprise, I agree. I tell her that all she has seen is but one solution, and I am willing to consider another before enacting THE solution across all possibilities.

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