Skipped

After I killed the Banshee Witch, the unravelling of her magic caused me to become mostly untethered from the temporal flow. I'd appear, right where I had been, but after time had passed without me.

I formed an unusual friendship with the Vampire Balanda, since she was the only being who knew who I was and would still exist.

I found her in various states, ruling, hiding, building, tearing down. I begged her to fill me in on the history I'd missed, but she kept refusing.

Until she explained that she couldn't condense civilization fully collapsing and rebuilding every time.

Slippery Sloped

He was hanging onto the cliff just far enough down that I couldn't reach him. So I stood there, the rope over his shoulder, aa he looked up at me.

"I need to know you know why I did it. That you understand they needed to die."

I sighed.

"I understand why you felt that way."

"That's a sentence with a 'but' on it."

"You kill for good reasons, you end up killing for bad reasons."

I could see him make the mental calculations.

"This a bad reason?"

He let go.

"Yes." I said, then gathered the rope up silently.

Subs

An hour after the submarine was taken, they finally made contact with the authorities. And once they had proven their control of the vessel with a missle launch, they were ready with their demands.

"All of the following are to begin production, with legally binding contracts ensuring they will continue.

Saturn Station Six, season 4.

The Further Adventures Of Scarlot, season 3.

Idaria Versus Princess Perfection, using the script-"

"You've stolen a nuclear sub just to get a bunch of nerd shit made? Is this some sort of a joke?"

"We haven't gotten to my outlawing dubs over subs yet!"

Fixed Fall

There is always a cliff. The weather is always inclement, the fall enough to kill.

Sometimes there is water below, sometimes acid, sometimes a tear in the fabric of reality.

If she can fly, there is something to prevent her doing so.

In every world, every universe, every time, communication occurs, negative emotions stir, and she jumps, or rolls, or bounces, whatever is needed to fall, and to die.

There is no way out, no way to stop it, it must happen, it's a fixed, untransmutable point across all worlds.

But it hurts every single time I live through it.

Message From On High

It should have been such a great gag.

I knew a guy who worked for the satellite company, and I also knew the guy who had just invented telepathic communication, although he was still working on it.

But we all agreed it would be so funny, to tell everyone on Earth, at the same time, "I am God, your religion is correct, this is the proof you've needed".

The chaos, the holy wars, man, it would have been hilarious! And it worked, kinda.

But those fucking atheists who couldn't comprehend a message from a non-existant God and worked it out...

Levels Of Protection

They were the self-appointed guardians of reality, the last Old Race standing, who took it upon themselves to ensure no being tore the fabric of reality asunder.

And in that work, they discovered the self-appointed protectors of the multiverse, who did what had to be done to protect all realities from themselves and each other.

And above them, those who crossed all dimensions, protecting all, and so on, every level having another, higher level of protectors.

All of them so sure of their position, their power. And all of them brought down when those regulating atomic structures decided to stop.

Iron Rules

Their rules were clear.

She was bound by the spell, she kept her beauty, her health, her youth, only if she never hurt one of the fae.

He was bound by the oath he'd given, if he hurt one he'd promised to never hurt, he'd lose the glamour, the magic, the protection that prevented those that lurked in darkness from finding and ending him.

Given that they now hated each other, they wanted to separate. But if they did, they knew they'd inadvertently hurt the other.

Because overriding the rules of witches and the fae is the rule of irony.