Disaster

Creator's POV

I love the mess of peace I've created. This little one is growing at twice the rate of his werewolf siblings. The way that he is already spreading love and peace as a day old four year old is more than I expected. For thousands of years under my rule, chaos was the ruling emotion.

I made the right decision sending one of my angels down in the form of Iris. She has been down there for over a hundred years. She just didn't realize she was there that long cause I kept changing the form she took. She got to experiance the world in a way I never have.

When she concieved that baby, he was learning everything she already had just by living inside of her. He knows the struggle of men and he knows just how to fix it. As I smile down at them, I let my mind wander to what will become of this world without me in it...

My mind drifts so much, I forget to pay attention to my hands, again...