I see a mirror. I walk toward it. I see something in the mirror. Anything but my own reflection.
"Mom?" I ask.
She looks beautiful. Her hair was brown and tied up like a flower bud. Her dress was green and poofy. Her eyes were full of happiness. She places a hand on the thin mirror glass. I put my hand to reflect hers.
"You have to choose." She says.
"Choose?" I ask.
She then starts glowing. Her form changes to something alien. I watch as the glass cracks. I draw back. Her eyes meld together forming an imprint. Her hair extends into glowing blue rods like seaweed. I draw back.
"I am Creation, join me son." She reaches her hand.
"Wait!" A resounding voice booms.
I turn. My so-called father walks out of the smoke. His form turns inhuman. More than alien. Monstrous. His eyes turn red like fire. He extends his arms. He had four. His arms each had a shield of scales that were pointy. His size doubles. I draw back.
"Follow me my son." He says.
What is this? What's going on?
"Choose."
"Choose."
"Choose."
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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...
