Impossible Fight Part Four: Ouroboros Pact

"So the bottom line is, that I got a bet instead of a haggle?" Fortune questioned.

"Indeed, I offered you a bet." MF walked backward until she could lean to the table behind her. "And I know that you won't be letting me live kindly after this."

"After this? Pfft! You're already doomed to begin with, both of you."

Another bait had been laid, the trickster aimed to survive and there was no way that the wicked goddess in front of her would let her go from the start before acquiring her blessing.

It must have something related to the massive entity that was ripping the world apart right now outside of this realm. MF still in no way knew about the power of Fortune's Blessings, she still needed to prod her way into purloining the information.

"Is it that absolute?"

"It was." The lady then shifted the omniscient portal to view the giant golden entity. "Crysaj, he was one of my pets who kept the space within my domain at bay. A loyal dog, and whoever received my blessing will also become his master."

"So it was just a puppy, huh. A little bit disappointing, knowing that the design was so grandiose."

Tightened veins could be seen on the Lady's forehead. "A mortal like you would probably know what a loyal dog would do to someone who killed their owner."

"Barks at them?"

Fortune shifted her smile into a killing glare. "They will make sure that the perpetrator's physical vessel will be departed from their soul. It will chase the sinner to the end of the world, even till another dimension."

"Then what if I survived?"

"You won't, no mortal ever tell the tale when Crysaj puts their eyes on a living being." Fortune leaned back to her chair, relaxing while watching a fool trying to reason with a higher entity. "Both of you and that rat have been marked for death."

MF paused before going to the rear of the table, then abruptly pushed it to the front of the Lady. Fortune was startled by this, her confusion was only rising every time MF did something.

The rude mortal shredded the skin of her thumb with her teeth. With the crimson liquid splattered into the murky water, she shoved down her thumb onto the table as she painted a delicate ancient seal of contract. The 'Infinite Ouroboros', the symbol of a snake eating its own tail while shaping into an infinite symbol, illustrating the endless cycle of life, death and rebirth. It was the most powerful pact that stretched beyond mortal and immortal realm to force the participants of the deal to fulfill their promise by all means necessary.

MF found this strong symbol within the sacred library a couple of hundred years ago. Although she did choose this symbol as the catalyst for the contract, she still didn't know if it was real nor even if it did apply to gods.

"Cheeky bastard, you're the most absolute ignorant piece of shit I've ever met." Said the lady as her expression became more devious. "I'm in, you son of a bitch."

"Heh, If I survived. I want you to protect my string of fate, and never allow anyone to tamper with it."

MF knew what she was going for. There might be more powerful entities capable of altering fate and reality, by striking a deal that made the goddess of luck to guard her seams of destiny. The only thing that was in her way would only be the amount of effort she have to muster.

The reason why she didn't ask for more like great power or any grandeur in existence was because she didn't want to rely on those egoistical gods.

"If you die, I will put your soul into a puppet giant, becoming one of my pets," said the lady as she smiled wryly.

Fortune felt it, the strong willpower and how dense MF's soul was. If she was able to turn it into her soul puppet, then she could even create a monster that was far more stronger than Crysaj.

"Lady Fortune, your fate have been sealed." MF chuckled.

"Prick, that words was meant to be used for you."

Unbeknownst to the goddess of luck, she had made a deal with the devil.

The symbol glowed in ever burning red. Both the goddess and the mortal were connected by a strong pact that would never be severed by any kinds of means. The Ouroboros will be the overseer for this turn of event. Because of this pact, the universe had shifted its path into the unknown, not even the weaver of fate could decide where the dice would land.

Now it was up to MF to win the bet. The goal was simple, 'Survive.'

But how could a petty mortal survive a heat seeking missile that would never explode and keep piercing the flesh until the soul was gone from the body? Of course, MF would only abide by the deal she could overcome. Then did the devil make an error in her reasoning? Because there was in no way possible for her to usurp a sky-height titan that could alter space and dimension.

Maybe this would be the time where she should be sacrificing something. If the worst would come, she might need to let go of Foel to get away.

'... Foel, I hate you for making me reluctant.'

She was only an asset for MF to utilize, a tool, a slave, an experimentation. Yet, why did MF's heart sink when her mind wanted to utilize her partner for the plan that would open its curtain?

Is it because of the warm and genuine hug she gave back then?

What was the reason MF decided to revolt, again?

Was it for power?

With the dissipating smile of the goddess. The reality began to shift itself again as MF was brought back to the ground with no limbs attached.

The giant statue was there, staring. Numerous portals of light began to appear one by one near the dead carcass of Elon with Foel still having her claw on his heart. Each portal spewed one strand of golden string as it tried to find its way into Elon, gently caressing Foel's hand as they went through the hole.

As if the golden strings wailed, it made a faint cry while pushing Foel's hand to put the heart back to its place. The tanomobi was dumbfounded, she didn't sense any killing intent nor even any enmity from the string.

The strings then closed Elon's wound, as they began to wrap the tanomobi's limbs one by one, gently lifting her, taking her into the air. The light from the other and from Neamh collided, giving a holy atmosphere to both of the perpetrators.

The aura was serene, it gave a calming feeling to Foel. Even MF was affected by the golden statue's aura, flabbergasted as her mind was locked in a perpetual serenity.

Then everything escalated as one of the strings began to amputate Foel's arm.

"AAAAAAARGHHH!????"

"SHIT!" MF shouted. This was the first time she ever frown this badly.