Unlike the other gods, Ivor's divine abilities were not his to control. His chaos selfishly darkened the path before him and behind him with no care as to who it would hurt.

Even you.

"Do not appear before me so casually." The God of Chaos spoke lowly, itching to touch you and yet he would not. "I told you I did not wish to see you again."

You were a scribe for the Council of Gods and the only one who ever desired to be near him.

He would rather die than let you be hurt by his chaos.