Meet the Chaos

Chaister POV

“Oi, Lartellan, can you get your pretty boys off the doors, please? I came to see your old ass.

I think you want me to mansplain myself.” I chirped with a tone which I knew would tick my little cousin off. Gosh, if you’d ask this guy if ten times ten is tenty ten, he would say yes.

But what I always liked about Lartellan, our favourite god of war, is that his anger and temperament are equally big as his stupidity.

So, it was always such fun to rile him up. Not to mention that it was child’s play to get him annoyed. So, I never missed a chance to do so. It’s fun! And it also always served a good purpose. Whenever I wanted to start a war, I just needed to piss off the big, old, grumpy brute.

“What do you want Chaister? Fuck off!” He yelled from the insides of his palace.

“Well, bro, first of all, this is not a way to welcome the God of Chaos, not to mention your distant relative. Did you skip the lessons when they taught hospitality in school? Can you tell your fuckfac