I turn on the water. I need to wash it off. I need to wash the... thoughts off. I need to wash him off of me. I wish I could wash genes off. I wish I could just wash it all off. I take the soap. I rub it on myself. Wash it off. Wash it off. Wash it off.
I can't believe... chaos is my father. I'm a child of creation, but also chaos. How the fuck is this possible??! I grip my head. I want to scream. I rip through my face. What am I? Not human. Not demon. Not... not anything in the many dimensions of the universe.
I rip into my face. Get it off. Get it off. As I rub, I dig my claws into my skin. It's not coming off. Wash it off. Wash it off. I have to get it off. I have to get it off. Tears start swelling in my eyes. Wash it off.
Blood drips from my skin. I wanted to tear my eyes out. I don't know what to think. I slam my claw into my cheek. I rip into my skin. I rip into everything. I can't wash it off. I can't wash it off. I let out a small yell. The glass of the shower crack.
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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...
