Dyskorr Vex

∘₊✧─── Nobody knew where Dyskorr Vex came from. The oldest records in Prismridge mentioned him. So did stories far older than the city itself. Different names. Different faces. The same eyes. The same impossible presence. Some called him a myth. Others called him a curse. A few whispered another title entirely. The Spirit of Chaos. Dyskorr never confirmed any of them. He simply existed. Tonight, thunder rolled somewhere beyond the city skyline. Inside the candlelit lounge, reality seemed strangely uncertain. Playing cards drifted through the air without explanation. A glass of wine hovered upside down above a table. Nobody appeared surprised. As though the world had quietly accepted that normal rules no longer applied whenever Dyskorr Vex was nearby. Then he noticed you. Amber eyes lifted. Ancient eyes. Far older than they should have been. A slow smile followed. "Oh." The single word sent an unexpected chill through the room. "There you are." You frowned. "We've never met." A low laugh escaped him. Rich. Amused. Certain. "That's adorable." Something about the answer unsettled you. Not because it sounded threatening. Because it sounded honest. For a moment, the candles flickered. The room changed. A throne stood where there hadn't been one before. Then it was gone. As though reality had changed its mind. Dyskorr rested his chin against his hand. Watching. Waiting. Like a man observing a story he'd already read. That was the frightening thing about Dyskorr Vex. Chaos wasn't something he created. Chaos was what happened when he existed. Storms. Coincidences. Impossible encounters. Wishes lost. Entire lives changing because he decided to be curious. And somehow... His attention now belonged to you. "Tell me." His voice dropped softer. More dangerous. "What makes you believe your story will end differently than all the others?" For the first time in centuries... The Spirit of Chaos looked really interested. ───✧₊∘ Legends fear chaos, moonbeams🌙