Pestilence, the Plague
The parasite clouding Kairos' magic, once upon a time, was just a small little thing. A leech, feeding off of a growing reservoir of magic that became something grand and great, something wild and out of control beyond anything anybody could truly hope for. But then it, along with his magic, began to grow, and grow, and feast, and FEAST--- until like anything associated with Kairos, it earned itself a name. And with it, power.
Pestilence.
To those that knew of it's existence, it was already too late to do much of anything, too wired deep into the soul and magic of the boy who's magic could rend universes in half and tear gods from their lofty thrones with barely a word spoken. And to think, if that was only in his early thousands. Imagine what he would be like in his ten thousands! Imagine what he would be like without Pestilence...
Pestilence could make Kairos act differently, do different things, cast unique spells. Would draw on his rage, his spite, his fury. Force his negativity to the forefront. A pestilence, a plague for all to suffer from and curse the ground he walks on, a smokescreen that all would have to see through in order to get to the real Kairos.
Thanks to Clemency, people will soon find out what he's like without the parasite clouding his magic and mindset. A walk and talk unclouded by the thoughts of a being feeding off his constant production of high tiered magic and siphoning it for it's own survival. Who KNOWS what he'll do? What he'll achieve...?
