Does The Destiny Even Matters?

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With the sound of the door closing behind him, A boy, who according to the standards of the world he lived in, was just a 5 year old kid. Even according to the norm of this world, he possessed cuteness beyond standards. Though not the cutest, he would still incite the desire of many adult to pull his fluffy cheeks. Pitch black hair and amethyst coloured eyes, something he inherited from his father, gave an upgrade to his already unique features. It was obvious that growing up, he was going to transform into a handsome young man.

But right now, he wasn oozing out his usual aura of pure innocence that made the adults wish to protect him from the worlds cruelty, and looking at his eyes, it was obvious that the world would never listen to his cheerful laughs again. Eyes that of a broken man and the depressive aura of gloom, something that no kid should possess.

Lost in his own dark thoughts, he walked towards his late fathers favorite black cushioned armchair, his mind repeating the horrors that transpired yesterday.

His broken mind was in such a chaotic state that he wasn even able to register the events that were happening around him. The time seemed to have stopped as the world entered a colourless state. Their wasn a tinge of light, neither the primodial darkness which existed beyond the realms of time. He wasn even given a moment to understand what was happening when suddenly he faced pain that made his yesterdays suffering look like a joke. Which actually was the truth as what he was suffering right now was a pain that transcended the limitations of all the physical, mental or emotional pain any material existence can suffer from. His physical body was totally fine, but in the realm beyond the reality, his entire soul was going under a great reformation, and at the same time a large ripples in the flow of destiny started to occur, which were noticed by many beings. Thus, accelerating the time of arrival of the floods chaos which were going to soon drown the world in its waves.

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In a realm beyond all concepts and existences , be it reality or imaginary fiction, there existed a book accessible to none. An infinity book that transcendes the concept of infinite itself. A book that contained every single thoughts, concepts and happenings of the universe, be it past, present or the upcoming infinite future. In this book, there existed the chronicles of a boy named Arthur, Arthur Ortus. An existence that the destiny itself loathes upon as his records were nothing but pitiful. Fated to lose everything and everyone around him, including his mind, body and soul. He was destined to drown in misery, bringing others in the same shithole as him. If one ever read his records, they would question whether to pity him or curse him. In simple terms, a being born to be a destined Villan.

Suddenly, his records started to show a massive change, something nigh-impossible, influencing not just one or two, but innumerable records, including the world itself, changing the future fate of what is to come.

He records were no longer of a Villan, but he was not meant to be a Hero either, as destiny would never accept him as one of its precious child. But he was also no longer an existence that would bow to the likes of the destiny either.