"Dad?" I ask.
"Hi son." He walks forward.
I draw back. How is this possible? He's as if nothing has happened between 1933 and now. It's been so many years since I saw him. His hair was still blonde. He had a slight beard. It's not possible. He looks so... I don't even know what to think. My mind was spinning in all sorts of directions.
"I uh... hope you're hungry." He says.
"What the fuck is going on?" I ask.
"I made your favorite." He puts a bowl of jambalaya down.
"Are you fucking insane right now?" I ask.
I grab the knife.
"What?" He looks at me.
"What are you?" I ask walking forward.
"Your dad." He says.
"Don't give me that shit." I slam the knife into the wall.
His eyes turn solemn, and he looks down. Oh my Lucifer.
"Are you not chaos?" I ask.
"Alastor..." He reaches for me.
"Are you chaos or not???" I yell.
"Yes." He sighs.
"What the fuck?! So my mother was a creature of creation?!" I yell.
"Yes." He nods.
I think I need to sit down. I sit down on an armchair. I grip the knife. Is he serious? Chaos is my fucking father?! How is this possible?! I cannot believe this! I grip my head. My hands were shaking. My mind is breaking.
"Alastor..." He sits down in front of me.
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ℛꕤ𓍼⋆ ℱഒǂ 3, Chaos vs. Creation
RomanceThe last book of the series. Things are going to go from bad to worse for Alastor. He's the child of both chaos and creation. Those things don't mix. He's now a recluse. His mind is being lost and by being two of something he's destroying himself f...
