Chedorlaomer
My lovely father. I believe he was gay, like his son after him (see what I did there?) and his grandson after that. Not that there seems to be a genetic component there at all, oh no. We should run a eugenics project to breed gay men. The world would be a much tidier place. Except, of course, for myself; I prefer chaos and disorder. It helps me make connections. My world is an extension of my mind.
Perhaps his love of order is what makes Acheron such a sluggish thinker; he needs chaos. I ought to go rearrange his bookshelf when I’m done cataloguing people.
Ahem. Mad King Ched, my father. Such a delightful man, it’s a shame you never met him. He was extremely adept at arguing with his wife, looking like a statue, and breeding.
Did I say breeding? I meant beating. Yes. Recall, if you will, that he was gay. I am a living, breathing miracle.
I killed him, once. Despite the fact that we died together, he never once saw fit to visit me in Death Realm. Perhaps he was a tad angry, about being killed. You never know with some people.