Yo.
Yeah — you. The one bold enough to crack open my book.
Let me set this straight right now — this ain't no fairytale, no hero's journey where the good guy gets the girl, saves the day, and fades into legend. Hell nah. This is my story. My chaos. My rules.
Name's Khaos. Half alien, full nightmare, the problem your momma warned you about. My pops? Diablo — the fire god himself. Yeah, that Diablo.
And my family? Man... they ain't shit, but let me introduce 'em anyway so you know who's who when they show up to complicate my life.
Sin — my sinister, evil bitch of a sister.
She got dreads like black fire, skin the color of crimson sin, eyes that glow like she's plotting your end — because she is. She'll seduce you, break you, and laugh while you beg.
Icecold — my frosty-ass big bro.
Black king with ice wings. Short frosted hair. Carries a claymore the size of a damn building. Overconfident for no damn reason. Thinks the galaxy owes him a favor. Tool.
DragonFire — my real one. My ride-or-die.
Sister who don't take no shit. Brown skin, dragon soul, flame in her veins. Quick to burn down a city if you cross her.
Sketch? She's… complicated.
White skin that shifts color with mood, punk hair, moves so fast she bends reality. First she was the enemy, then the lover, then… well, you'll see.
And before you ask — no, you ain't gettin' no table of contents like some school textbook. Just read the damn book. Don't make me have to change your reality. I'll drop you in a wormhole right now. Say I won't. Say I won't.
...
Aight, I won't. But test me.
Strap in.
You're in my world now.