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A price to pay

Chaister’s POV

We came and visited Leirathe, and although I am more powerful than him, some sense of unease washed over me when our gazes met. There is something spooky about him, and whatever that foreboding crap was, it sent the jitters down my spine, although it shouldn’t have, for I am the Chaos. We celestials are usually out of ordinary tall, but this guy is an unusually stubby, short bloke.

His head looked like it was rammed and thrust to stay jammed on his stumpy little body. His dry, sunken face of flaxen-like colour is crowned with an extreme overbite, which makes his jaw look horselike. Leirathe sported thin, greasy hair; it was cut down to a bowl-cut hairstyle. He has big ears and thick glasses which sit on his beak-like nose. All in all, Leraithe is the epitome of an overall unimpressive appearance, to put it lightly. The one who looked at him couldn’t find any divine trait in him. I don’t know if that is part of his trickery as well. H
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