What Chris got instead was deep, booming laughter.
In between chuckles, the old guy managed to gasp. "Oh, that's good. I am torn, though, as to which ridiculous title I prefer. I mean, on the one hand, there is the evocative Son of Perdition, but, on the other, the absolutely fantastic Abomination of Desolation. Fabulous. Drawn right from the Bible, if I recall correctly."
"I have many names," Chris replied.
Grandfather snorted. "So you seem to think. I am going to wager you're that boy I've been hearing about, who is stylizing himself as something more."
"I am not a boy, and I have no f*****g style." He took a step toward the newest person to mock his destiny. It was getting really old. The true Destroyer of Nations wouldn't allow this kind of disrespect.
"Foolish boy. You chose the
