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It was simply a trickle.
Ananke simply felt a small faint presence slip through the borders of the world. She thought nothing of it, preferring to focus on the Second Titanomachy she was currently designing.
It was a mistake.
A blunder.
Ananke had been so focused on her duty that she never thought to look into it. When the essences of the Three Sisters pulsed and shuddered in shock, Ananke's attention was drawn to their weave.
Immortal beings were full of curiosity and Ananke was no different.
When she saw the weave and felt an incredible divinity in the thread of the Three Sisters' chosen one, she was taken aback.
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Oh.
How beautiful.
How precious.
How delectable.
The soul and essence of an outer divinity filled to the brim with such suffering and nobility. Though the being was young, Ananke has never seen a god with such experiences and uniqueness.
... She supposed this wasn't a coincidence. Was this Lord Chaos' doing? Ananke felt a feeling of exuberance and excitement. Oh how interesting.
Very well, Ananke shall take care of this gift. She touched Clotho's hand and spun the thread, ignoring the startled shrieks of the three sisters, as the thread grew strong.
Next she willed Lachesis's voice and fingers to allot the length, only continuing even with the three sisters alarmed and frightened screams and paltry resistance.
When she held onto the scissors of Atropos and placed it where she willed it to be, she could only let her lips stretch inhumanly.
Yes this shall be Ananke's masterpiece.
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