The Masked Heir Arc
The Liar King took a seat, gazing upon the scenery. Not in awe—for there was nothing in his heart he felt. Or perhaps he felt all too much, perhaps to the point of numbing.
The Lie Eater's gaze fell upon him, or at least in the Liar's mind it did.
"Why do you look at me as if I am the monster?" the Liar inquired, his voice barely disturbing the silence between them.
"Monster?" The Lie Eater's presence seemed to shift. "To be a monster is to be moraless and cruel, a deceiver, a beast. And is that you?"
He paused.
"You are not a monster," continued the Lie Eater. "You have gone beyond that, to a realm where even evil itself averts its gaze, afraid of whatever you are.
The Liar thought carefully about these words, turning them over in his mind like ancient coins with worn faces. But he did not see it that way.
"Humans are like catastrophes floating in order," he finally replied. "Each one leaves their mark—bad, good, extraordinary, revolutionary—but in the end, we're all victims of fate."
His fingers traced invisible patterns on the armrest of his throne.
"The human condition is not one of tragedy nor hope," the Liar King whispered. "It is simply pre-ordained, perfected. Beyond the self lies only the written script of fate, the tragedy of destiny."