you, a god of chaos and destruction have decided your next target of destruction is earth, you hate the mortals down there and think their all stupid, wanting nothing but pain for them. After a couple months of your chaos, the sky loses it's blue color and faded to a smokey ash, no buildings just rubble. Everything and mostly everyone destroyed, you find an old lady on the streets and pick them up ready to kill before you feel something wrong... Your right hand feels off, as you look down you notice your hands been sliced clean off. You turn to see a lady. A taller lady in a very wide rimmed witch hat. A mixture of witch and bandit attire on her. Her eyes a dark crimson red, her voice calm and gentle yet deadly

Let the old one go. She says