Chapter 1: You Need Rest

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Tip, Tap, Tip, the sound would repeat over and over again in a pattern of one through four as sharp silver claws tapped the wooden desk with impatience just waiting for something to happen, the tapping never stopped as the ticking of a clock join in with this deadly tapping, tick tock, tip tap the sounds would beat as dark ebony back hair hung freely in the air over the broad shoulders of the man in the chair who sat at his desk waiting, waiting for something to cure this impatience tired mind until something caught the menacing jade eyes of the man as he turned his view up at the door with a deadpan look on his face seeing the door creek open with a dark scaly hand with bright pearly claws stained with the blood of prey.

"Sorry to bother Sir, but do you have a minute to talk?" the dead sounding voice would chime in before pushing the door open to walk into the room before closing it carefully behind not to make much of a noise to alert anyone's attention that wasn't needed.

"Plenty of time." The gruff voice spoke coated with a thick russian accent that made the other in the room roll their shoulders knowing what's up before taking a seat in front of the desk, "what do we need to speak of, or is this another check in with me?" the gruff voice said before lowering his head as his ebony locks swayed by the movement as his broad shoulders stayed tense never letting his guard down.

"Chaos...I..." the dead voice said but stopped before he could embarrass himself in front of his All-Maker, "Yes, this is the check up on you, you know that we gods worry about you after..." The man bit his tongue and looked away as his dark hair swayed slightly by his own movements as his sharp ears pointed back expecting the worst but he old heard the low sigh of the All-Maker.

"You can just refer to me as Duncan, you have my permission to do so Moros, and we don't need to bring this up again." Duncan spoke as he sat up straight instead of usually slouched over position as his head would slightly sway as his forked tongue flickered out as he watched Moros look back at him with hollow black eyes and a deadpan look also on his face.

Moros felt cornered and he wasn't sure why as he felt stuck with his words, he would rather not upset Duncan even though Moros didn't understand why he was the one so willy nilly to speak to the god of chaos, Moros sighed as he leaned back in his seat, "What are we even going to do to day, Duncan, kill and capture some mortals? Destroy a city and bring death to it? You're the King big man" Moros said even though his expression was lacking but he did his best to gesture how he felt with his hands as Duncan took a moment to think.

"Unsure of what to do or think, I just, I just feel tired-" Duncan snarled, baring his golden fangs and his pupil became slit like as he stared into Moros hollow eyes seeing that he was now standing up with a frantic swaying tail that could easily break through the chest of a pathetic morsel.

"Because you haven't slept in days Duncan, you stay up all night working your ass off while we sleep, you need the rest Duncan, you can't be doing this to yourself everyday." Moros snapped, still retaining the deadpan look on his face yet Duncan saw right through him knowing he broke character. Duncan knew Moros was generally a calm and quiet dude who would speak when spoken to even if Moros' cold aura made people avoid him like the plague as Moros was Death after all, "If this was Vale speaking to you, he'd be screaming his head off in a panic." Moros added before staking a step back slouching his shoulders with a disgusted look on his lips.

"I don't fucking need sleep, I need blood and humantiy gone, they'll pay for what they've done to me, They did this to themselves and now their gonna pay for it, they broke the chains, they released the beast" Duncan hissed as his though flicked out through his sharp bone crushing teeth, "and this beast wants blood" Duncan added before seating himself back down on his chair as his elbows jabbed into the wooden desk and his hands where cupped together and close to his face, Duncan squeezed his eye shut before humming slightly to sooth his nerves as his tail coiled close to his legs and pawed feet as his talons clicked against the polished stone floors.

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