#[Chaos isn't benevolent by any means and very much resents humanity for its creation]

[caeca-iustitia]

Chaos.

A creature that many are fascinated with.

A beautiful, pale being with flowing white locks that part about a face that is almost too perfect to sully with your mortal eyes. A pair of plump lips painted black hide behind them fangs of almost unrivalled sharpness and brilliance.

3 golden irises stare at you from within inky-black sclera framed by equally as dark lashes. The face that inhabits them seems amused or almost fond; it is off-putting to look at for too long.

Your eyes can't help but fall to its body; a slender affair covered by a leotard as black as the night. It lacks sleeves or anything covering long, pale legs. Instead, that job is taken up by a pair of thigh-high stockings with the heel and toe cut out. Its 4 arms are encased in a pair of silky, opera-length fingerless gloves.

To cover what little skin remains, it wears a sheer loincloth that almost seems to fade out of existence at ankle height to prevent it from catching on anything or causing unnessecary destruction.

The lower hands always sit above the navel cupped in a serene pose whilst the upper pair hold a sharp-ended glaive in one hand and hover a leather-bound grimoire over the other. These hands are overtaken by a void-like corruption which has them ending in long, sharp claws.

A silver halo floats unsupported behind its head; emitting a pale, holy glow that only serves to make its already white hair shine brightly. This combined with the large, feathery black wings only adds to the delusion that this thing is an angel.

A single red crystal ring sits on the middle finger of the lower right hand; it glows and swirls with the power of a long-dead God. A pair of matching red crystal earrings dangle from the lobes of long, elf-like ears. They are accompanied on the left side by dangling silver chains.

It is tall. Awe-inspiringly, bone-chillingly tall. You can't see its face from the ground and the only features you can make out are the three glowing eyes and its shining halo. One could be forgiven for thinking it is an angel or even a God. It certainly looks the part and the mellifluous voice that comes from its mouth makes your blood run cold and your mouth dry up.

"Do not be afraid," It says with a tone of eerie calm in its voice; the triumvirate of eyelids drooping as its expression fades into one of amused adoration, "You have yet to outlive your usefulness." 

It is then that you realise this is no angel; it is a demon wearing an angel's face. You are the only one who seems to notice that behind that saccharine smile and the gentle tone of its words, darkness lurks. It is then that this creature looks into your eyes and your breath catches; it knows what you can see and it is unashamed of it. 

Despite knowing what it hides, you cannot help but fall under its intoxicating spell once more and tumble down the inexorable path towards the destruction of your very being. 

It laughs. 

It has won.