The Old Guard
Khaos gazed at herself and admired what she had
beautifully and diligently created with her own never-ending formless body; a
body that made up the entire universe and the constellations contained within
it. With a great amount of pride and no
small measure of sauciness, she said 'I am Khaos, the primordial force who
initiates all life and all beings. I am the
mother to all, the beginning of the beginning.'
On her person there were tattoos of all of the constellations, planets,
and stars ever to be created; Orion, Pegasus, Cassiopeia and more that she was
able see in her visions.
Suddenly there was an earsplitting crash and a gut-wrenching boom, and within her vast body Khaos felt a tearing and a ripping that she had never felt before. Flinching she could only scream out loud, 'AHHH!!!' She had never felt anything so horrific in her billions of lifetimes. To one on the outside looking in, she resembled a blackened mirror painted with the stars that had just been hit by hammer but not shattered; her surface was cracked. There were fissures snaking across her beautiful body, and those cracks and fissures were leaking light. Khaos felt as if her lifeblood was pouring out of her. 'Ahhhh!!!' She wailed again in agony, her ethereal voice sounding foreign to her untested ears.
Out of the cracks she saw and felt hands clawing scraping at her from within. Then those hands that ripped so mercilessly at her emerged followed by a pair of gargantuan feet. 'What is this that attacks me with such vigor?' she cried out.
Racked with pain and dazed with confusion, Khaos had no idea what was happening to her body; her well ordered universe. But she did know that she had to regain control of herself and that now shaken universe, immediately. She could see the catastrophic results the marauding hands and protruding feet had caused already, her well organized galactic tattoos were in complete disarray. Then in a flash she knew what was happening, she knew why the hands and feet appeared, and with that revelation she heard voices, soft spoken voices, barely a whisper on the breeze, but distinctly there.
'Free us, free us, free us,' they chanted in unison. 'Free us now!!' they roared.
'No, never..' she screamed. 'If my horribly damaged and disfigured body is any example of your control, then you will forever be locked away. You will never be allowed to destroy what I have created.' Khaos spoke to her descendants with no love or remorse. She knew who the invaders were. The ones trying to escape her being were her children, but they would never see the universe from anywhere other than behind the looking glass of her voluminous body.
Khaos girded herself and took control of the cosmos once again. The appendages that had appeared receded and disappeared back from whence they came, back into the darkness that was her body. The horrendous pain was still there, but Khaos willed herself to ignore it, endure the torment and regain control of her realm. As the planets and constellations glided back to their resting places, Khaos grunted and groaned. 'I will have order. I will have peace. I will have serenity.' Speaking the words as if speaking them would make them come true, Khaos continued to repair her damaged casing.
'I will not relent,' she grunted out. 'I will maintain my watch and keep you trapped. You will not escape and ruin my beautiful creation. Ever.'
The god beings inside of Khaos heard her words and railed in anger and frustration. 'We were almost free, that shrew has no right to keep us trapped here,' Anubis said in a voice filled with gravel and fury.
'Well, you should not have broken through. You should have done as I have been telling you for a million millennia, then we would be well on our way to freedom, ' Hel said, her tone filled with irritation. 'But did you listen? No!' she answered her own question. 'Do you ever listen? No. And where has that left us, trapped for eternity. I was working my way into her psyche. I would have been the voice of her conscience and secured our release, without her even knowing she was being manipulated. Now I am blocked from her mind altogether. It is as if she now has guards standing in readiness for my assault. I can't get into her subconscious. I am prohibited from entering thanks to you and your blundering ways. You stupid moronic goon.' Speaking in multiple languages to get her point across, Hel insulted Anubis again, 'Malcriado, grossier, laut, vlákas,' she said, her voice elevating with each insulting word. (Spoiled, rude, loud, oaf.) 'I had everything well in hand, and you ...'
'Stop,' raising a hand Gaea spoke calmly, interrupting Hel's tirade. Stunned, Hel turned to face the intruder. Opening her mouth to rail on her new opponent, she was stopped in her tracks, her voice trapped deep in her throat as Gaea spoke with resolute strength in her tone.
'While you two stand and argue with each other, each blaming the other for our entrapment, no one is devising a plan for escape. Do you not realize that since Anubis was able to momentarily liberate himself from our tomb that there is a chance that we will indeed be able to secure our escape?
So busy are you two with trivialities and bickering that you do not see what is right in front of you. Free your minds of anger and resentment and you will be able to clearly see the solution to our dilemma. Our escape is inevitable, we only need to work as one and our success will not be denied.'
A crowd of gods circled the three god beings as they debated ways to enact their escape. Some proposed the delicious venture of exacting their revenge while others plotted their own takeover schemes. Ever the diplomat, Gaea mediated as the god beings ranted and raved, demanding vengeance for their incarceration. Off in the distance, away from the crowd, Okeanos listened with interest.
'What better way to take over the realm of the Great One, than by borrowing the ideas of my brothers and sisters,' he whispered to himself. 'Fools charge in with no thoughts of a strategy or to the future and no plans for a proper sovereignty.' As Okeanos continued to talk quietly to himself, another god watched the proceedings with interest.
Far away from everybody, Ragnarök watched all the goings on with his complete attention. While the other gods were still weak and without powers, he was gaining strength and energy from their discord. Unbeknownst to the others, he was going to be the most powerful one of them all. He was drinking in their disharmony like a fine wine, sipping and savoring each drop that passed across his lips. 'Yes, children. Continue your quarreling, the cacophony feeds my hunger and quenches my thirst,' Ragnarök said in a gruff voice that sounded like he swallowed broken glass. 'Keep it up and I will show you what destruction and mayhem really is.'
During the time the gods were conspiring against Khaos, she was engrossed with her own operation. She had to concentrate all of her energy so that the gods inside of her would never escape again.
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