Attack of a Baby Chaos
The attack of a baby Chaos
One morning, Vincent was dead asleep in his bed. He didn't know that his 3- year-old daughter was pissed off. Vincenia threw a massive fit over a cup of milk spilling and threw a knife at her own father. The knife ended up in the wall, a few scant millimeters from Vincent's nose. He awoke and took a glance at the knife, then wrapped his fingers around it, pulling it out. He sighed, and sat up to face one of his worse fears: the awakening of his daughter's Chaos. Vincenia snarled, eyes aglow, and her hands turned to claws. Wings shot out of her back and spread out. Vincent's crimson eyes widen from fear, his Chaos also taken aback.
"Vincenia, my baby girl, what's bothering you so?" Vincent said, fatherly. He