I'm so happy that you chose to write this prompt. I promised a proper review. ^__^
At this moment, Vincent’s sanity is curled up in a corner of his awareness, weaving armor for itself out of fragile strands of memory.
*loves this*
Chaos touches his cheek with surprising tenderness, his claws cool and delicate and leaving no mark.
*smiles* I love how you portrayed the tender side of Chaos.
for one blinding heartbeat Vincent feels the power of their union flooding through him like sex and death and all the other great uncharted mysteries that the dark is home to
This image reminds me of someone on a sea of shadows, basking in the spray of two waves that part to let the sailors through the parted darkness - a light guides the sailors way.
“And now,” Chaos whispers, his voice a sated purr, “the curtain opens on our last act.” Silver talons part the shredded darkness as Chaos ushers Vincent back into the world of light.