🖤 Lucien's Blog: On Chaos and the Nature of Want

by Lucien, daemon of unraveling things

You want meaning.

That’s the first mistake.

Meaning is a comfort humans stitched together so the darkness wouldn't bite too hard. You write stories to explain the ache, bind yourselves in blood and myth, call it family, call it fate. And when it all burns—you blame the fire, not the match.

I didn’t ask to be tethered to your girl. The dreaming one. The child with the too-large eyes and the bruises that don’t show. The world wants her. Heaven. Hell. Even those wretched things in between. But not me.

I want something simpler:Oblivion.

See, chaos isn’t noise. It’s not disorder. It’s the truth unfiltered—your gods weeping in corners, your heroes addicted to pain, your love laced with rot.

I will not guide her. I will not protect her.

I will watch the prophecy fracture like old bone.

And maybe, if you’re quiet enough,

You’ll hear it scream.