Keith had watched in slight shock at the fight going on in front of him, mostly unsure what had triggered it. He didn't really know much about his family's history, hadn't been important to him, but he hadn't expected it to come to violence.
And then, in an instant, his brother and his brother's wife were both dead. And in that instant, something began to happen to Keith. Something in his twisted but well-meaning mind began to..Snap. As though it'd been twisted way too far. And as it snapped, another thing happened. This thing...Far, far worse.
The rumbling stopped almost as soon as it began. Keith's influence in the immediate area increased dramatically as Chaos everywhere began to multiply. Not in small amounts, either. The Chaos that was appearing was in the levels necessary to erase sanity from those afflicted. Devour intelligence. Instincts would become dominant as all Order and rational thought was purged from all the Chaos washed over. Keith himself simply slouched back a little, laughing as his hair, normally unaffected by gravity and floating everywhere around him, suddenly fell. At the front it covered his eyes while the back draped over his armor...And then, his hair fused to what it touched. It fused into his face and his armor before forming into a helmet, connected to his armor by a haphazard chainmail. The helmet didn't cover his mouth, though it had sever spikes at the bottom that apparently represented teeth, and two holes where his eyes would be simply emitted a dull red glow. All the while he refused to stop laughing maniacally, and the rest of him began to change. His gauntlets became clawed, his boots became taloned, eyes opened everywhere upon his armor, and wings grew upon the back. Not in any sensible fashion of course, there were about 13 of various sizes and locations. And as all THIS happened, the palace itself began to change as the Chaos infested the area. Pillars twisted and became tendrils, works of art became gaping maws. The architecture twisted and grew as things incomprehensible by a sane mind took shape. Suddenly Keith stopped laughing entirely, though his mouth still remained in a crazed grin, and turned at everyone here.
"Why, oh why, dear, beloved family, must we all come to fight and slay one another? Must that be the way of the cruel, heartless world? Or but the actions of us who live within it, perhaps. Hm. Hadn't quite thought THAT way! Is my perfect little utopia but a impossible dream? Oh, y'know, nothing really much, just a world where my father kinda sorta TALKED to me instead of trying to kill me when we were in his realm, maybe a little bit of peace between kin instead of FIGHTING whenever one of the relatives meet together to discuss things. I dont really hate my family, you all see. Kinda cant, since I dont know them! But maybe, juuuuuuust MAYBE! I would like them. I would like that. It would be a nice change of pace. Anyways, you two want me to give up hell for your liiiiittle boytoy whatshisface? Weeeeell, deary ol' relative o' mine, yer doing a right FANTASTIC job of convincing me! Oh hey, maybe next we can chat about shoes or politics or whatever the fuck you two talk about after killing and eating some OTHER relative I might happen to like! Also whothefuckareyoutwosupposedtobe? Cant you see we're having a FAMILY MOMENT here!? I mean unless you have a little something to contribute I mean I guess that'd be fine."
All the while, after Keith had completely snapped, the bag-headed man began to tremble in terror. All he managed to say was,"You two...You've ruined everything."
And then he fell to the ground, apparently in a catatonic state.
