ㅤ the way his opponent talks about women makes me sick. ㅤ

ㅤ the outcomes of these matters will be entertaining, at least. the pages write themselves. ㅤ

ㅤ ah. always something. ㅤ

ㅤ girl. i said “i predict.” i’ve used no sort of external power to come to that conclusion. [* he rolls his eyes. the house always gives him a hard time, and its owner is no different. ] need i say, “i think i have a winning hand” ? ㅤ

ㅤ more than i’d like it to be. [* he chuckles. watching his new card be added to his hand, face down on the dealer’s table. ] though, i do predict a winning. ㅤ

ㅤ it smells odd . ㅤ

ㅤ the third eye will stay closed. you have my soul on that, 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆. the all - seeing like to have fun, too. ㅤ

ㅤ hit me. why not? ㅤ

ㅤ 𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂 . ㅤ

“whatever your little junie bug knows, i know too.” a sigh, eyes looking off to the side in a sort of odd peace with himself. “and whatever you know.” the lids of his eyes fall shut, a sort of taunting tone within his voice. “i know too.”

“excuse me then then, storyteller.” a bow of apologies before standing back upright, holding his hat in place. “i know enough. the publishers must be quite confused.”

“told?” a raise of an eyebrow, tall figure leaning forward with a a sly smirk. “oh, no, no. honey, i’m not told things. i know things, see? everything that’s every happened, and everything that will happen.” a single and curt nod. “i’m a fortune teller of sorts.”

“i believe you heard me, zenchiro. i mean, me knowing your name when this is our first encounter should tell you what you need, hm?” he chuckles underneath his breath, shaking his head as he tips his hat forwards. “you and the mrs. have quite the history, no?”

“the short answer is that some little whiny, drug-addicted brat begged me to bring her back to life.” he rolls his eyes, summoning has cane in order to have at least something to lean on. “i obliged and rewrote the multiverse as i saw fit.”

pinching the bridge of his nose. it always gated explaining this. “well, zenchiro. it’s a long story. one that i’m, very much, surprised you are unaware of.. i mean, with your talents, i thought you would know.”

“of course i know why. it was me.”

oi. i need EVERYONE to stop talking to her. right now. so i can EXPLAIN to her what’s happened.

and the story continues.

“quiet down, druggie.” he says, eyes still focused on the book as his fingers pry through each page. contents reading of a capitalist couple adorned in devilish wealth, a duo of a swordsman and a succubus who worked part-time as streamers and two cowboys who, no matter the job, would always manage

“you wouldn’t have to suffer or grieve.” he interrupts. . . . a deep inhale. before releasing a sigh of defeat. “i can’t ever win with you. you are lucky i ain’t ever thought about erasing you from this existence, babe.” once again, he begins to hover off the ground. moving forward.

“you stupid.” pinching the bridge of his nose yet again.. “stubborn, stupid ass motherfucker…” groaning. did he really have to explain this too? “and then what? make the broken timeline even more convoluted?” he looks to the readers, shaking his head in disappointment.

“girl, get your grimy ass hands off my desk.” the omnipotent man snaps his fingers, the desk disappearing beneath the woman, causing her to fall to the ground. a sigh, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as begins to hover over the cobbled floor. he slowly moves towards logan, an annoyed glare

as the door slowly swing open, the junkie wanders in. a dark room suddenly becomes ignited with torches made from souls of those who hadn’t broken promises and deals, of those who had crossed the owner of the nightclub. the doors close behind logan as scattered books across the floor raise and