3rd pov

Keith groggily woke up from his slumber, hearing the distant ringing of his doorbell. He walked upstairs, each step he took reverberating through the empty house.

Leaving the basement, the house was empty, dusty and old. Some spots of paint has broke off from the wall, the empty kitchen filled with webs from every corner, and two chair sat in the living room.

The house screamed dirty, the walls felt bland and old, the kitchen unusable by the dirtiest of cook’s and the only furniture he had was a rocking chair and a plastic chair.

Hissing at the bright light shining through his window, he calmly walked towards the door. As he opened the door, he was met with a gruff middle-aged man, with a lightly built physique exuding an aura of seriousness. Behind him was the sight of dozens of police officers unleashing their concept of justice.

A dome of justice, protection and world encompassing solidarity surrounded his house.

Keith felt that he had underestimated the matter of summoning a fourth dimension being.

“Hey, maniac let’s talk inside.”

The man grabbed Keith by the collar and dragged him in while closing the door.

Throwing Keith onto the rocking chair, he sat opposite of him on the plastic chair. Taking out some files from his large jacket, he skimmed through it and sighed.

“You know why we’re here?”

Keith came back from his disorientated state. Recognizing the man from somewhere but couldn’t quite place his hand on who it was.

“Cause I summoned the impossible?”

The man was getting impatient by the second.

“No, you didn’t. You numb skull, I could care less about what you summoned. All I need to know is what you sacrificed.”

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The man was looking for the effect of this summoning, and the origin was closes to what he needed.

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Keith was perplexed, he hadn’t gave a dime to the dimensional being. He looked down.

“I don't know."

The inspector saw red, angered to no end.

Fist met face, angered justice met generational delusion and Keith stiffened and jerked backwards. His headache spiking his ever-growing pain.

With the second strike, Keith was out for the count.

The inspector huffed as he sat back down, still angry. Instinctually, he took out a box of cigarettes and started smoking.

Was the way Keith grew up liable for cause or was all credence weighed on Keith himself. The inspector huffed, smoke exhaling and a smog of black air filled the house.

He could care less, he just needed to know the cost and the damage of the unknown god.

The cigarette's putrid smell bled into the surroundings and stopped. The smoke started forming a line, till it led upstairs to the second floor.

Inspector pov

I need to calm down and do my job. I am definitely getting demoted after what I did. But to involve the whole city in his suicide attempt, what a joke.

Four dimensional beings are gods. Fickle, weird and a whole lot of tentacles. The price to summon one, can range from city to world threatening. Or so the people that met them say.

But there was one thing all people knew by sight, Gods are powerful.

I checked the files again and the first page was written by a fanatic in every way.

Unless the stars are plucked,

Chaos descends upon fate,

Entangling the thread called fate,

All are seen, clear and transparent.

- Excerpt from Fan comic issue 10 of chapter 9. Written by Conceptual tree of sleep paralysis.

Did he really pull this poem of convoluted crap from a comic!?!? Someone is getting fired today.

[The concept master of divination, nicknamed Star Gazer. The top of the top, one of the five masters in the millions of dispatched world wide Concept Police.

Everything she divined being DEFINITE, able to read the infinite threads of fate and see the timeline of the world.

Rumored to have divined the extinction of humanity.]

Which idiot placed this at the first page. I flipped through to the info of the case and started reading.

Quoted from Star Gazer on this case.

“Before fate cements, it is indefinite, threads to knit, yarns to untangle, and a string to save from a thread cut. So I hope you knock Keith unconscious before fate cements. As it’s a mercy for the fate he is receiving.”

“Fate is a river when cemented, rerouting when hindered but it will ultimately enter the ocean. Keith has a fate to die by his own hands and it has cemented.”

This was said 10 years ago, that’s insane. I kept my reading.

[A verdict shall be given in court and the codex of law shall write his condemnation in its ledger.]

So little info for a person of my rank, I can see why my subordinates are confused. But now it’s time to work.