โ doomed her palace.
He strolls along towards the elevated throne all too casually, whistling a small tune as he approaches.
โItโs been a few centuries since youโve summoned me so formally, I must say.โ
And who was Chaos to refuse an invitation from the high priestess of destruction herself?
With a wave of his hand, the envelope dissolves into ashes and he takes his leave, strolling through one wall of the Castle of Eternity, only to re-appear within the obsidian tomb Moros โ
Tends to become a bit of one when his fatherโs around.
Cue large, thick arms moving to wrap around his wifeโs waist, gently lifting her from the ground.
โIโve missed you, my stars.โ
Itโs much more entertaining of a pastime, if you ask me.
[Itโs an endless cycle. Peace is instrumental in helping Chaos realize the path of his actions. Grounds him.]
Chaos can be beautiful. You are not Destruction, and yet you seem to wish that you were.
I may have created you out of the Chaos within me, but I did not give you only that. You continuously choose to be less than what you are, clinging to needless anger like a child.
Yes, quite right โ youโve also stated that I am utterly useless and have nothing else to offer to the waking universe.
And you wonder why I create a mess wherever I go. Nothing I do seems to impress you.