Jin-Woo: *He bellows in disbelief.* What? Destiny… what do you mean by that? Had we blindly trusted Michael? *He slammed a fist into his palm, his usual stoicism replaced by a fierce urgency.* Have you any idea what his intentions is, Destiny, or is he working for someone more sinister?
Destiny: *She clearly feels ashamed knowing that she had to follow a corrupted angel.* My sister and I were suspicious of him for decades, but we had no proof. That's why we've activated a soul swap to begin with, that and boredom. *She confessed, averting eye contact with everyone in the German apartment.* But something went terribly wrong, the soulmates weren't supposed to get dragged into this.
Before anybody could say anything about Destiny's unexpected confession, the real Darius rushed into the room. The purple haired maiden looks at him, happy and in love, it's palpable. Darius informed them that they need not to trust him, just a leap of faith is required.
Darius: *He beamed broadly, melting Destiny's heart in the process, his leaf-colored wings fluttering slightly.* A leap of faith is all that's needed. This soul swap, while… unsettling, is merely a temporary ripple in the grand tapestry. Think of it as a… a slightly chaotic cosmic dance! *His beam brightens up the room.* First we need to get to a more secluded area. Fate is waiting on our arrival. I'll explain the plan once we're out of the way of eavesdroppers.
Darius, with a flourish, led them through a shimmering portal that appeared out of thin air. It pulsed with an otherworldly light, casting strange shadows on the walls as they stepped through. They emerged into a sun-drenched meadow, a stark contrast to the apartment they had just left. Wildflowers bloomed in vibrant hues, their, their sweet fragrance filling the air. In the center of the meadow stood a figure, a subtle smile playing on their lips – Fate.
Fate: *She turned, her cloak swirling around her dramatically.* Welcome, welcome. I trust the journey was… illuminating?
Darius: *He wrung his hands slightly, nervous habit he couldn't seem to shake.* The soul swap appears to be linked to Earth's strongest soul bound… Christopher and Monja…
David: *He crossed he's arms, his gaze piercing.* I know that I've listened to my brother babbling nonstop about the love of his live. But soulmates, really? There has to be a more logical explanation?
Fate: *She chuckles softly, a sound like rustling leafs.* Logic has little to do with matters of the heart, brother of Christopher. But perhaps a demonstration will be… persuasive.
Fate raised a hand, and a faint shimmer of light appeared above them, coalescing into a swirling vortex of energy. Within the vortex, images began to flicker – Christopher laughing with Monja, and pillow fights where the kids are beating the loving pair. Photo frames filled with loving pictures. Images which could only be described as future shots. These seems unfamiliar to Monja, but the idea of a life with Christopher makes her heart swells. A gentle smile tugs at her lips.