“Controlled Fate”

Reading Time (200 word/minute): 4 minutes

Chapter 1: The Mysterious Cards

As I sit here, penning down the events that unfolded, I can’t help but wonder how my life took such a dark turn. It all began with a simple deck of cards – a seemingly innocuous object with the power to change fate. Little did I know that these cards held a deadly secret, one that would consume me entirely.

The day started like any other. I came across a stall in the market, its owner beckoning me with a gaze that seemed to penetrate my very soul. Intrigued, I approached, and before me lay a deck of cards like none I had ever seen. Each card was adorned with intricate symbols and held an undeniable air of mystery.

Drawn to their enigmatic nature, I couldn’t resist the temptation. I purchased the deck, unaware of the cruel fate that awaited me. It was then that I discovered the cards possessed a power beyond comprehension – the ability to control minds.

As I delved deeper into their allure, paranoia crept upon me like a venomous snake. Every card I drew unleashed a new wave of terror upon my mind. It was as if an unseen force was manipulating the very fibers of my existence, leading me down a path of darkness.

My emotions became intertwined with the fate of those around me. I observed the world with new eyes, seeing the hidden desires and secrets that humanity so desperately tried to conceal. Gradually, I realized that one card in particular held immense power – the “Control” card.

With this card, I could mold the thoughts and actions of others to my will. Innocent bystanders became mere puppets in my twisted game. I reveled in the power, but the feeling of control was intoxicating, like a drug coursing through my veins.

Yet, as my power grew, so did the realization that I was losing myself. My humanity slipped away, consumed by the darkness within. It was during one fateful encounter with a man named Lain Rafy Beadlacle that I began to question the very nature of my existence.

Lain, a man of unwavering determination and resilience, was immune to the power of the cards. He saw through the veil of deception that surrounded me and became a living embodiment of hope in this twisted game of fate. He vowed to stop me, to free me from the grip of these malevolent cards.

Our encounters were filled with intensity and danger. Time and again, I used the cards to manipulate those around me, bending them to my will. Lain, however, remained undeterred, his unwavering spirit pushing him forward in the face of unspeakable horrors.

The final showdown between us approached, like a ticking time bomb waiting to detonate. The cards, once my source of power, had become my prison. They had taken everything from me – my sanity, my humanity, and my soul.

In our climactic battle, I played my final card, hoping to erase Lain from existence. But he had a trick up his sleeve, a hidden strength that allowed him to resist even the most powerful of manipulations. With a single strike, he shattered the illusion and ended the madness.

As the cards fell from my trembling hands, I looked into Lain’s eyes, seeing a reflection of what I could have become. In that moment, I understood the moral lesson hidden within this twisted tale. Our choices shape our destiny, and true power comes not from controlling others, but from controlling ourselves.

In the aftermath of our encounter, the cards were destroyed, their power scattered into the depths of oblivion. Lain disappeared, leaving behind only a lingering mystery. And as for me, I am left with the scars of my actions, forever haunted by the controlled fate that consumed me.


In the darkness that followed, a glimmer of hope flickered. A new deck of cards emerged, whispered about only in hushed tones. It was said that these cards possessed unimaginable power, capable of bending reality itself. And so, the cycle continues, a never-ending struggle between the forces of light and darkness, with the cards as mere catalysts in this deadly game.

The cards hold the key to salvation or damnation, depending on whose hands they fall into. As for me, I am but a spectator in this twisted theater, forever trapped in the shadows of a world controlled by fate.

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