"You're not my hero."

For our newborn protagonist, everything in her life had been building towards a single purpose. To meet her long-awaited Hero.

So, with the 'script' in her hands, she set out to do just that. She set out to reshape the whole world. She cast down the other Gods from their thrones, re-aligned the stars and twisted the strings of fate until they could be twisted no more.

And now, she has everything in place for the first scene in the script. A brief, fleeting moment in an obscure alleyway. There, she sees the moment when her Hero finally begins his journey to save the world. But then…

"Your purpose was to give him the first push, not trigger some last-stage demonic awakening."

Things start to go awry. The people around her begin acting out-of-line. The 'puppets' around her are playing politics, the Demons and Angels are preparing for war and resentful Gods are still lurking in the shadows beyond her gaze.

The world is slowly being set on fire as dozens of actors, from the lowliest of mortals to the highest of gods, begin forging their own destiny astray from her designs.

One by one, these godless strings are beginning to snap.

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-Mild gore warning. Nothing too visceral