The whole family is a top alien race, but I am a human who can't even unscrew a bottle cap. The Divine Court says that I am the original evil and wants to purify me; the Demon Realm says that I am the son of Chaos and wants to follow me. It wasn't until they hurt my family that I realized that the so-called power of chaos was never used to subvert the world - it was used to protect the people I wanted to protect. Divine Court? Tread flat. Demonic realm? Discourage. After finishing work, I went home to eat the stir-fried piranha made by the cook, and asked my brother to help me twist the bottle cap.
