A Feast Disturbed

Wearing an ill-fitting tuxedo, Destiny gorged on the misery of the aging man left, for the third time, at the altar by an absent bride. His despair was exquisite, almost intoxicating. So few mortals could truly provide what Destiny craved, and once she found one who could, it was difficult not to gorge.

But then she felt it.

Her days were many, beyond counting, but it was unlike anything she had felt before. A powerful wave of change washed over her, knocking her to her knees, wracking her body in pain. It was fleeting, but intense. Once it was over, she cast out with her abilities. Something had changed the fates of many people without her involvement.

As the tendrils of her power reached across the planet, her eyes went wide. All of them. Every single woman. Each lost one minute of their lives. To each individual, it would hardly be noticed, but on a whole, creation had been shaken.

Wait. No, she was seeing it incorrectly. The time wasn't lost. The time was traded. In a fury, Destiny shot her power toward the most likely culprit, only to find her suspicions confirmed. Tim Thompson.

"Justice!" Destiny screamed into the void.

Her sister had gone too far this time. To circumvent her authority to this scale was beyond the limits of her patience. There would be recompense. An intervention from a higher power would be needed. A metallic smell filled the air as she abandoned her feast to return to the One who could hold Justice to account. She hoped that Father was in a generous mood.