[Third Person Point of View]
The moonlight spilled across the cliffside, painting the world in shades of silver and deep, mysterious blue. Chaos smiled, the soft curve of his lips a startling contrast to the name he bore. "I'm glad I met you," he said, his gaze drifting from Lucy to the moon hanging in the sky.
Lucy's giggle rippled through the quiet air. "Me too. Honestly, I never thought you'd be... well, this kind." She gestured with a hand, unable to find the right words to describe the gentle god of destruction standing before her.
A low, melodic chuckle escaped Chaos. "Not all Infortunii deities are evil, darling. Our realm just thrives on a different kind of magic." He shifted his stance, the subtle movement graceful and powerful. "But look at the irony of us. You, a living peace, and I, your perfect contradiction. Our union is a blasphemy against the stars. And yet... here we are, breathing a shared air that should not be."
