Army of Creation and Void (Original)

Chapter 3 - Chaos's Son

Hi! I just wanted to say that the fourth part will publish on July 22nd 2025! Also, I think I am going to start calling you Chaos Armies. Comment if you like it! ;) Anyway, enjoy!

~~Storm_Prince~~

Creation POV:

I woke up with my ears ringing. Finally, today Chaos have promised me answers to his and Order's weird behavior. I leaped out of the king-sized bed with excitement. I went over to the closet set into one corner. When I opened it, I saw a note. With my dyslexia, it took me a while to understand. This is what it read in fancy script writing:

Dear Creation,

I have laid out your new outfit. It's many uses have advantages that will help keep you alive out there. The cloth is made out of a fabric that can't be tracked down and will stop a blade made out of even Chaos Metal from hurting you.

Overall, the cloak will also stop weapons from harming you. It also has a mask that only you can remove, and will keep your face hidden from others. In conclusion, the cloth also will adjust to any temperature you desire or are most comfortable in at the moment.

Signed, Chaos

Quickly, I threw on the clothes. They were black, like the night. When I looked in the mirror, the only other color I saw was silver. I nodded in approval before walking to the door.

I walked down the hallway, watching with amazement the bustling movement around the palace. Dryads were setting fresh pots next to beautiful tables of polished spruce wood. As I watched, new dryads walked out of their flowers. They immedietly set to work, with buckets of water and long sticks with mops at the ends they cleaned palace rooms and more halls.

I passed other rooms where other beings were resting. Finally, I arrived at the throne room. There, on the main throne, sat Chaos. Around him, an aura of shadows surrounded him. On the throne beside him sat Order. She radiated hope, perfectness, and warmth. Her green eyes glinted with playfulness and kindness. Finally, I arrived in front of them. 

So close to the creators of the universe, their power almost overwhelmed me. I bowed, partly in respect, partly because my legs felt like overcooked spagetti. "Lord Chaos," I said respectfully. Chaos waved his hand, silently ordering me to rise. "Bah! I hate formality. Just call me Chaos, Creation." His voice wasn't as booming as before. In fact, it seemed...softer. More fatherly.

I shook myself silently. Chaos is not your father. He is your leader. I told myself. Just then, Chaos dropped the bomb. "Creation, yesterday, when you got your wings, you might have noticed they were silver, like a combination of Order and my wing colors combined," Chaos began. I nodded, unfurling my wings. They stretched out on either side of me, the feathers shining like they had been polished. "Well, they are silver because you are our son, Creation." I stumbled back against my own will.

I was the son of Chaos and Order? How is that possible???? My mind screamed. My father is Poseidon, god of the Sea! Not the gods of creation itself! "H-how is that possible?" I cried. "I am the son of Poseidon!" Chaos shook his head. "No, Creation. You are Order and my son." 

I shook my head. My entire world had just crumbled to pieces. Then, looking at Chaos directly in the eyes, I asked, "Then how did I end up as the Son of Poseidon?" Chaos shook his head sadly, exchanging a glance full of pain with Order. "I think it is time I tell you a story." He shook his hand, and a swirling portal of energy appeared. Inside, there was an image. It showed Chaos and Order. Order was on one of those beds you might find at the hospital.

In her arms, a baby was napping, his small chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, like water flowing over stones, as his parents looked over him with gazes filled with pride and warmth. "Long ago, Order and I welcomed another son into the world," Chaos began, his voice gentle. "It wasn't the best time to be born. My brothers, End and Destruction, were waging war against Planet Chaos."

The image change. Now, it showed two armies. They clashed against each other, making the ground shake. Soldiers fell on both sides. "End and Destruction had heard that the youngest of the Children of Chaos had been born. That meant that the youngest child would be the heir to the throne of the universe," at that moment, my ADHD whispered, Of course. My parents just couldn't be some simple people that work at a nice cafe with a view to the ocean. Chaos continued his story. "Even though it was the worst thing ever, you weren't safe here. So we sent you to planet 484, hoping to keep you safe. We also layered you with so much Mist nobody would notice who you actually were." With that, the images disappeared with a flash.

I stared into the space where they had been just a second ago, as if I could make them come back with just a thought.

After about five minutes, I finally regained the ability of speech. Finally, I answered. "Then that, is whom I am." I looked up straight into their eyes. "I am Creation, Commander of the Armies of Chaos, Son of Order and Chaos, Prince of the Void."

Chapter 3, over! Comment if you like it, and read on!

~~Storm_Prince~~