Disortion (341 words)

The power of distortion, twisting and turning reality to ones wishes.

Be it the physical laws of the universe, the state of a soul's consciousness, space and time or abstract things like fate, all these can be bend and rearranged with the authority which is distortion.

It is a power which stems not only from chaos but also from order, it makes use of what is already there and at the same time is able to create completely new things.

Pure rage would not barely be enough to describe what I'm currently feeling.

The anger I radiating off my thin and normally harmless looking body is enough to even frighten natural spirits which are equivalent to gods in their own element.

My teeth grind against each other as I bottle up as much of my anger as I can, it wouldn't be good to warp the whole continent around.

But even with all my effort there still are some areas around me that start to distort and twist out of shape, be they stones, trees or humans.

They all bend out of shape without breaking, flowing into different forms and twisting into horrendous monstrosities.

Im utterly unable to comprehend the reason as to why that guy thought it was a good idea to piss me off, did he think I wouldn't dare? Did he think I wasn't capable enough? DID HE THINK I GIVE A SH*T!!!

It is true that there are people around which I care for, but there is one fatal flaw which made it impossible for him win in any scenario.

He thinks I'm a human with the lots of power.

That is terrible wrong as it is practically the opposite.

I'm pure power who plays around with a human body.

Not even gods can compare to an existence who literally IS power.

With that thought the world starts to spin and bend, twist and turn, break and reform.

Reality is nothing but clay in the hand of the manifestation of disorder and a disciple of chaos.