Just as the kiss was about to be placed... a black hole ripped open in the sky and out of the hole jumped... someone... a weird someone... a man, no a woman, black, no white, young, no old... someone constantly shifting. Someone constantly varying, morphing, twisting, changing, turning... from form to form to form... and obviously didn't enjoy it.
"STOP!"
Jon- "Who the hell are you?"
"I'm your... both of your... son... daughter... I'm... ah... I'm PISSED is what I am! I'm your child from the future, you dumbasses... you made me with magic, you surrounded your lives with magic, changed your lives constantly... and you know what? YOU SHOULDN'T FUCK WITH MAGIC! You two fell in love... for a while... and then kept using magic to find ways to fall back in love because it was so easy... you magicked your way in and out of EVERY FUCKING SITUATION IN THE WORLD... and it caught up to you. It caught up to ME! Your own flesh and blood!"
Karyn suddenly felt a psychic tug... this WAS her child... or was going to be, anyway... or... fuck this is confusing...
"All the magic, all the changes suffused me with magic... I became at the whim of magic... I changed and changed and changed... changed as punishment for all the horrible ways you used magic... granted, you both used your power to minimize my suffering but FUCK using magic to stop the effects of the overuse of magic really sort of MAKES THE PROBLEM WORSE in the long run... so, eventually, I found a loop hole in your wishes... and I fucking killed you both... and I took this..."
In the changer's hand. The stone.
"And I realized the stone couldn't undo its own wishes... but it could put me back in time... where I could kill one of you with my own hands and use one of the stones to then negate you ever being able to use the dead one to create me... to create my FUCKING SUFFERING... I've already wished out any time paradoxes from applying... I kill one of you, I cease to have ever existed... and the FUCKING PAIN IS GONE... the PAIN YOU BROUGHT ME..."
She/he/it held up the stone.
"Goodnight, mothers..."
