Bizarronia

It was almost over...

The last part of the game, and the last part of his plan. A plan he had never spoken aloud, a plan he hadn't really thought much of... A plan much bigger than some stupid game, or some stupid humans.

Maybe others weren't conscious of how far the control the Messengers had on them went, but the puppet master could feel each small tug of his own strings.

Today, he started playing a different game.


It was all about his last traitor, his last card in the game, the last movement in this mad game... Ratatosk chuckled as the group arrived to the last floor. He gave a long lingering look in Her direction... He knew his goddess' eyes could easily reach this place.

It had been a while since he had felt something like this.

"Welcome... Are you all prepared for our last fight?"

The Tower.

Of course he had wanted a tower for the last scene of his great game. And he had been given a wonderful one at that, because of course his patron quite liked Towers, so he got seventy floors for him to fill with whatever he wanted to.

A perfect scenario, a full moon high on the night sky... As he sat in the highest floor, just waiting, he couldn't help a chuckle. Would She be watching upon them? The Goddess of the Immortals, their only real Queen?

Ratatosk knew he would find out soon.


The entrance to the Tower wasn't guarded, and the door was open in invitation. The puppet master wanted to meet the puppets, wanted to continue his game.

He would greet them himself, of course. He just had to wait a little longer.

( Short explanation lol. )