[Heromux-$] The Root of the Problem

The Paradox used to be somebody.  Before the Presence had booted him out, he had been this close to ensuring that everyone was safe all the time, from everything.  Sure, it had involved using Fate to take away everyone's free will, but then Good would always Triumph and Evil would suck.  It was pure and simple logic, and he was willing to do it.  Now, he didn't have a name.  The Presence had used his connections with  Mnemosyne and then wiped the secret access to the highest reaches of heaven that he had previously had.  But the Paradox had ...contingencies.

Right now, he was using dark and dangerous magics that was giving the Presence a series of unnatural urges.  Slowly, carefully, he worked his way into the back channels and back doors of the umbral passages of heaven until he arrived at the Throne room itself.

"You!" The Presence howled with all the anger a purely benevolent monotheistic 'just' deity could muster, "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO GET OUT OF MY UNIVERSE!"

"Well I did," the Paradox said, looking down at the Presence's bulging crotch.  "But I missed you so much."

The Presence sulked.  He looked at the Paradox and sighed.  "Maybe I was a bit hasty."

This would be the end of his rival.  The Paradox could not believe that he had come so close and failed, but this time he would not....Veolus and ....whatever his ally was called would be wiped from reality to be sure.

The Presence licked his lips and E...The Paradox smiled.

[Heromux-$] The changing of the wind

The goddess of Memory had forgotten something, and that was not supposed to be possible.  She sat, long dark locks woven among the curling of her fingers as she enjoyed the largesse the fates had brought her.  Though it had been long and costly, she looked down at her daughter, Cacaophony, who looked lovingly back.  Hades had stolen her, and thus revenge had been swift...swift in the eyes of one who could remember the beginning of time.

But something was bothering her supernatural senses, something outside of her jurisdiction.  A memory of something that had never happened.  Time had been rewritten and written so many times that many forgot; but she did not.  This was not a vulnerability for her.  But how could something outside of fate and that had never occurred in any timeline that she had ever experienced or sensed begin the great unworking of her revenge?

And yet it was there, niggling in her mind like sand in a sandal.  Bit by bit, she closed her eyes and let her mind wander and wander until it reached the lofty heavens.

Of course.  The idiot.  The idiot could never leave well enough alone.  She did not have access to such lofty heights, but Destiny owed her yet one more favor for sparing him, and he could stop him.  She had to, before it was too late....quickly, she stood up and left the room, desperately wondering what agency was moving things in such a diagonal fashion.