[centre][u]Vestec, Level 2 God of Chaos.[/u]

Might: 0

Freepoint: 0[/centre]

Vestec, for the most part, entertained himself by doodling on the perfect creation. It helped break the tedium, now that everyone was so busy adding their things to the Great Plan (or so they called it). There was nothing to mess with aside from that blueprint, so mess with it Vestec did. He kept corrupting it, his foul chaos spreading like a plague. Not too much though, oh no. Too much chaos and the world would have no struggle. No structure. It would be boring. The sharp eyed among the Gods would notice the curious restraint the corruption seemed to have, seeming to balance itself amongst the plan. Chaos was present, but not overwhelming. There was likely too much for anyone but Vestec and a few select other's tastes, but it wasn't as terrible as it could have been.

Vestec slowed to a stop next to Astarte, finishing a drawing on the Great Plan. His head tilted as he watched the Goddess twiddling her thumbs and seeming concerned. Or at least, confused. "Don't think." Vestec suggested, giggling as he drew a crude planet on the Great Plan. It was fractured, with many pieces flying everywhere, and would likely explode upon creation, but who knows where those pieces would go, and what fun they would cause. "Thinking is for lesser beings. We are Gods. We do as we please when we-" Whatever else Vestec was going to say was torn away as he was thrown from the Great Plan. 

He righted himself quickly, staring at Logos. "My, my is this a challenge? I do so love challenges." Something pressed against Vestec's conscience, causing him to spasm and turn blood red for a brief moment. An irrational urge to violently strike back swept through him, but he quelled it. Instead, he shaped his form to match Logos'. It was a hideous mockery, of course. Hunched back, with beady eyes and stunted wings. A sludge like crown, filled with filth adorned its brow. 

"[i][b]Desist![/b][/i]" He mocked, his voice warbly and high pitched, echoing similarly throughout the plane. On the off chance someone didn't understand from the words he was mocking Logos, the voice would sound like an annoying child's version of the God of Order's. "[i][b]I Logos shall put on a show and try to put Order in a realm built upon Chaos! Hahahaha! Obey me, the Fool King of Order![/b][/i]"

Just as quickly as he had turned into the form, he changed back, his colors settling into an all consuming, solid, black. "I'd like to see you try." In stark contrast to his earlier actions, the way Vestec spoke now was crisp, efficient and in control. Corruption radiated off of him, infesting anything within it's reach as he teleported to the Great Plans, casting Chaos flames into the air as he did so. They scattered, before zeroing in on various parts of the Plan, intent upon ruining it. 

Vestec himself reached down to lay a hand on the plan, fully planning on furthering the corruption already happening.


[hider=Summary]

-Vestec amused himself drawing and incorporating Chaos into the Great Plan

-He advised Astarte to act, and not think about her actions, before Logos rudely interrupted. 

-He mocked Logos by assuming a hideous form similar to the God of Order and mocking his words.

-Corruption radiating off of him, ready to bend whatever may be thrown at him to his side, he launched flames of Chaos at the Great Plan, while teleporting next to it to corrupt it further himself. If the flames hit they won't do any true damage, merely erasing somethings and adding an explosion to the plans being put in effect.[/hider]