"I'm trying to find religion who 'dis."
The voice that answered was uttered from many mouths, the words tangling together in a low, out-of-sync chorus. “I am Anarkhos, the new Chorus and muse of the arts.”
The bladed wheel spun around the single, unblinking, baleful eye. “I am sometimes called the Wheel of Havoc.” The dread eldritch voices paused for a moment. “…may I ask you something? Is there anything in those titles that would suggest that I’d be delicious or something? Because I just got back from an interdimensional card game and people kept trying to put bits of me in their mouth.”
Anarkhos went on, “Is that a thing now? God-chewing? Is that something I should be getting ready to put up with?”