The words of the wicked, Chaos new face.

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A silhouette in the distance balled its fists in rage. The creature had blue wings, and an electric aura surrounded the man. His eyes swirled up in a spiral, pain could be seen through his face, his pride was agonizing.

Harmony won over Chaos.
Chaos lost under Harmony

WHY must it be this way? After working day and night, why is pain still following the man?
He did not understand, why did no one else understood?

. . .

The world is a stage,

And the stage is a world.

Why can't no one see.
Am I alone? Is my cage... locked?

. . .

No, what am I thinking?

Chaos never loses.

This is simply another road to victory.

Logic fails, death prevails, and so I must tell one more tale.
ONE. MORE. TALE.

"Isn't this just WONDERFUL? To see how everything goes down, to see how your stupidity has dragged you to here.
Its dumb, I don't understand. How has this world gone so far? How are we not dead?

Why do you still kill in the name of Harmony?

Why does society, gives such delusions, that CHAOS is wrong, that chaos is bad... bad.

I've lost everything, and in the same place.
Is that a signal for me? Is that what I need to do?

. . .

Chaos will win. To start a world a new, so voices echoes through the veil of reality. Going further and beyond, where FATE does not exist.
The moment you all devoured the fruit of harmony, you sealed your fate. Entrusting their future to the strings.

Chaos is the means where all is revealed.

It matters not who you are, DEATH awaits you.

Such a pity, you understand CHAOS. And yet fight against it with all your fate?
If only more opened their eyes, this fall could've been prevented.

. . .

When the desperate seeking meaning, when fools try to intervene over the strife.

What a mercy would it be, to end their false purpose of light. Let me be your savior, let me start this world anew. Where pain is a joke, and I live the happily ever after that I DESERVE.

You pray, curse, live, DIE.
Never knowing your truth is ANOTHER MAN'S LIE.

There is nothing but Chaos where truth will be revealed, what is the grander goal when people act as blind?

When fate ends short, when you cute the cord.

When logic isn't sound.

You hear no sound.

ITS TIME. ITS TIME. ITS TIME.

ITS TIME... for you to meet.

Your worstest, bestest, 

Nightmare.

For Humanity is calling me, a new god to arise in this false harmony of yours.
Chaos awaits you all.

The message of the man was cryptic, hidden behind veils of weird words and meanings. But one thing was sure, a war has started. The Nowhere King gazed upon the people, ready to attack on sight, no longer being hold back by the chains of others.

He'll need no faction, to put up a flag.

He's the king of nothing, and everything at the same time, a ruler whom overarching hand shall take over the land.

With Catildre's death, the vacant of the god of discord has opened to the public.

A new cycle of hate will be initiated.

Cause only through great suffering,

one becomes a GOD.

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[DreamsOfBlue]

Pathetic.


Nothing that you are, is Chaos.
All you are is a flailing wailing man who couldn't handle hits to his ego.
Do not even pretend to be the face of it.
From RISE, to Chaos... What changed? Nothing.
To call yourself king of anything... shows how little you understand.
You couldn't be further from worthy.

And I will not let a crybaby taint her name.