Nothing can be said that he wasn’t all there.
Chaos looked at the worlds and was keeping count.
“Two million, five hundred sixteen, forty two…Two million, five hundred sixteen, forty three…Two million, five hundred sixteen, forty four…”
Order looked at him and was making sure that he didn’t skip anything.
“Two million, five hundred sixteen, forty five…Two million, five hundred sixteen, forty six…Two million, five hundred sixteen, forty seven…”
“You missed one,” Order said, pointing to a small blue planet.
“That one is already under my juridiction,” Chaos snarled.
“Oh? I would think that it was under mine.”
“It isn’t a balanced world, brethren. My forces already wrack over it like lightning over the fields. Evil walks on its suface and Void is starting to take notice of it.”
“Mine are battling yours even as we speak. Good is still there, holding on. Creation is surprising everyone with new wonders.”
“And Fate?” She stepped out of the shadows, dressed in her usual clothing of rainbow hued veils and scarves. “That world is under mine protection, much to Destiny’s dismay.” She walked towards the duo, her clothes shimmering with every color known and unknown. “He constantly battles with me, trying to pry it out of my hands.”
“And I succeed to some extent.” He appeared next to Fate, his black-pitch armor shimmering faintly in the light. “The planet is yours, m’lady, but the inhabitants are not.”
“Oh?” She smiled in faint amusement. “Can you be so sure of that?”
“Can you take it elsewhere, breathen?” Chaos asked the duo. “I need to count.” He looked down on the worlds. “Now what number was I on?”
“Two million, five hundred sixteen, fourty seven,” Order told him.