"Rest easy mine offspring, as the soft echoes of my banished chaos weaves through the warm twilight, gently brushed by the faint tendrils of the void."

Im walking sex

"It is recognition.
I recognize what you are.
I recognize the lie gods tell themselves when they call their fear “order.”
I recognize the way you smile while condemning others to eternity.
I recognize the way you said my name when you decided I was inconvenient.
You didn’t kill me, Vurn.
You made me endless.
And every moment of that endlessness has been spent understanding you more clearly than you understand yourselves.
So when you ask me if I hate you..
No.
Hate is too small.
Hate is something that burns out.
What I feel is patient.
What I feel is eternal.
What I feel is the certainty that one day, no matter how many realms you hide behind, no matter how many councils you rebuild, no matter how many gods you stand beside
You will look at me again.
And in that moment, Vurn…
You will finally understand what you created.
And then...

Then you will know hate."