Q&a with chaos - chapter 48
Midnight came quietly.
Abyss sat alone at the edge of the ship's deck, knees drawn up, wind idly circling his ankles like it always did when he thought too much.
Sixteen.
That number meant something to mortals. Birthdays. Celebration. Proof you survived another year or the universe mistake for letting him exist one more year.
To him, it felt... heavy.
He had outlived gods at sixteen.
The thought barely finished forming when the wind stopped.
Not stilled.
Stopped-like it was being watched.
Abyss exhaled slowly.
"Come out," he said.
The space behind him warped, darkness folding inward like silk pulled through a ring. She wasn't physically there-not fully-but Abyss didn't need eyes anymore.
Omnivision caught her outline through distortion.
Nyx.
Her smile bloomed in the void.
> "Oh my," she said lightly.
"Is my little light in the darkness upset?"
Abyss stood.
"The Lady of Night," he replied flatly. "Or whatever name you're wearing today. Last time you vanished. This time you're watching."
Nyx tilted her head, amused.
> "You've grown," she said. "I like that."
He stepped forward-and the space between them broke.
For a fraction of a second, Abyss's Harbinger essence flared as it turned nyx shadow form solid into a concept he can grab.
Nyx's smile faltered.
Her power rippled.
Abyss grabbed her.
Not flesh. Not shadow.
Concept.
Nyx gasped as reality buckled and she found herself pinned, her laughter sharp and surprised.
> "Okay-okay," she said quickly. "Enough. I'll tell you."
A pause.
> "You can get off me now."
They sat.
In next favorite tea party table.
Nyx poured tea from nothing into porcelain cups that shouldn't exist.
> "Your favorite," she said sweetly.
Abyss sipped.
"...How do you know that?"
Nyx smiled.
This time, the smile made even the void recoil.
> "Because," she said softly,
"I made you."
Abyss didn't react.
Just nodded once.
"Fair," he said. "I suspected. You're not exactly just a creepy aunt that haunted Aphrodite's palace."
He looked at her sharply.
"Tell me everything."
Nyx waved a hand.
Shadows rose, shaping themselves into memory.
A man stood at the center-tall, furious, crowned in storm.
He looked like Abyss.
And not at all like him.
Opposite stood a singularity, a presence so vast Abyss's instincts screamed.
The shadow spoke-not in words, but law.
> "You could be king," Chaos said.
"But that is not your function."
The storm-bringer raged.
> "I took Olympus," he shouted.
"look around you all gods is dead no one would stop me the throne is mine and. If I am not king-what am I?"
Chaos answered, unmoved.
> "My successor."
> "Hierarchy is rigid. Power is not permission."
> "Uranus was my favorite creation. I blessed His bloodline so it carries authority."
> " many begins had defeated Zeus but non ever dethroned him all because of that blessings though"
> "In the next cycle, you will take my place."
The vision faded.
Abyss swallowed.
"...That black hole," he said slowly. "That was Chaos?"
Nyx nodded.
> "Chaos is not a black hole," she corrected gently.
"That's just the closest shape your mind can tolerate before begging for mercy ."
"And him?" Abyss asked. "That was... me?"
Nyx hesitated.
> "A version," she said.
"The first Abyss. Self-proclaimed Harbinger of Chaos."
Her voice softened.
> "There were no Harbingers then. I made them later."
Abyss turned fully toward her.
"...Why?"
Nyx's gaze sharpened.
> "Because I loved him when I killed him."
Silence.
> "He defeated me," she continued calmly.
"Inherited Chaos's traits. But the cycle ended. He ended I did end him though that changes nothing i spent countless night thinking about him."
Her fingers curled.
> "So I shaped you. Prepared you. Broke you where necessary what I find a flaw in him I fixed in you."
Abyss's voice was quiet.
"So Athena naming me wasn't coincidence?."
Nyx smiled.
> "I whispered," she said.
"Through her shadow into her subconscious. Through doubt."
> "I named you."
"I guided Tartarus."
"I made sure you survived."
Something inside Abyss emptied.
He stood.
"Let me understand," he said evenly.
"You fractured reality into 3 layers of existence gods, monsters, mortals-stacked them to exist in same place to to exist but could never truly coexist."
Nyx nodded.
"You traumatized me," he continued.
"Built the Harbinger hierarchy. All because Chaos planned to retire."
His eyes burned.
"What did you tell him? How did you convince him?"
Nyx stepped closer.
> "That the Primordials were tired," she whispered.
"That successors were... needed it did help that Erebus was in a blind rampage when I sealed Erebus I told chaos it's because burnout he start blindly devoure." as she showed form of Erebus in front of infinite amount of universes almost eating them with different shadows of many shape trying to stop him but couldn't till she did but she walked to abyss
She touched his chest.
> "I risked everything. For you."
Abyss shoved her hand away.
The night screamed.
"That," he said coldly, "is not love."
He turned.
Space tore open.
Nyx watched him leave, her smile finally gone.
Abyss emerged alone-more confused than ever, answers only breeding more questions.
One truth remained.
If Nyx lied...
Then only Chaos could tell him the rest.
And this time-
Abyss would not be shaped.
Abyss left Nyx's domain without rage.
Rage was too small.
His emotions didn't explode-they compressed, folding inward until even he couldn't tell where anger ended and resolve began.
If Nyx shaped him...
Then only Chaos could answer why.
Abyss let go of his body.
Not astral projection.
Not ascension.
He became absence.
Wind vanished. Form vanished. And thinned until only intent remained. He moved through a place without distance, through non-being where concepts drowned before forming.
Until he found it.
The chasm.
Not darkness-because darkness implies light once existed. This was before comparison, before division.
Chaos.
Abyss reassembled himself there-not as a god, not as a Harbinger, but as human-shaped defiance standing in the throat of existence.
He spoke to the heart of it.
"Answer me."
The nothingness noticed him.
That alone was wrong.
Chaos's presence rippled-not outward, but through Abyss, words forming directly inside his consciousness.
> "Interesting," Chaos said.
"You are not erased. How?"
Abyss clenched his fists.
"You don't even recognize me," he said.
"I am Abyss. Harbinger of Chaos."
His voice hardened.
"You will answer everything.
What am I?
Am I just Nyx's contingency plan?"
Silence.
Then-
> "Not exactly."
Reality shifted-not visually, but logically.
> "You are meant to cleanse," Chaos continued.
"To restructure."
> "I gave you power and foundation. Nyx suggested the Harbingers-so I allowed a mechanism."
Abyss listened, unmoving.
> "Harbingers are transfer nodes," Chaos explained.
"Fragments of Primordial authority embedded in lesser entities."
> "In the next cycle, they would replace us and be your primordials just like me and the other who is extension of me you will be the top but."
Then Chaos asked something no god ever had.
> "What is your goal?"
The question hit.
Not emotionally.
Functionally.
Abyss's perception shattered open.
Void-sense activated-his Harbinger function awakening fully. He saw systems instead of beings, patterns instead of myths. Faith as infrastructure. Ignorance as insulation he might still not have his harbinger power but sense is enough.
He answered without hesitation.
"I want mortals ignorant."
Chaos paused.
> "Why?"
Abyss turned, eyes sharp.
"When you ask a mortal who is all-knowing all powerfuls, they name a god they think primordials no longer interfere," he said.
"That's good. Gods are understandable."
He stepped forward.
"But if they know Harbingers exist-entities beyond prayer, beyond mercy-faith collapses and they do after the Rome devastation."
Abyss's voice was steady.
"Mythology becomes reality and history ."
He looked into the nothing.
"And reality without myth rots mythology should always remain myths"
Chaos considered.
If Chaos could smile, it would have.
> "That answer resembles mine."
Abyss exhaled.
"I will restructure everything," he said.
"Fix the mistakes you left behind-starting with Greece."
The chasm expanded.
> "You are aware," Chaos said,
"That the Greek pantheon is only one universe?"
The void unfolded.
Abyss saw it.
Countless universes.
Each with its own pantheon.
All sharing the same human plane-overlapping, competing, destabilizing.
Of them all-
Greece was the most fractured.
The most arrogant.
The most unstable.
Abyss nodded.
"That's why I start there then I will be beyond any pantheon."
Chaos accepted this.
> "Then you are not my weapon," Chaos concluded.
"You are my correction not just my succession."
The chasm began to close.
> "Go," Chaos said.
"When the cycle ends, you will decide what replaces us."
Abyss let the void release him.
When he returned to his body, the world felt... smaller.
Not because he had grown.
But because now-
He finally knew what had to be fixed.
But somewhere eles
Abyssal Trench where Kronos and atlantos met once again
The ocean did not move.
Not because it was calm-but because time refused to pass.
Atlantos rose from the depths, water peeling from his form like memory shedding weight. His eyes-ancient, tidal-fixed on the figure standing above the abyssal trench.
Kronos.
"Before I bind my tides to your war," Atlantos said, voice heavy as pressure,
"I want truth."
Kronos did not turn.
"What is your goal, Time-Tyrant?"
Silence stretched.
Then Kronos spoke, and the sea aged around his words.
"I do not want Olympus," he said flatly.
"I do not want gods."
He finally faced Atlantos, eyes burning with epochs.
"I want to be the next Chaos."
The trench cracked.
"I will end this cycle," Kronos continued,
"and birth the next-from Time itself.
Existence will begin when I allow it.
End when I decide."
Atlantos was quiet for a long moment.
Then he laughed-low, like a wave grinding stone.
"...Good."
He stepped closer.
"I will support you," Atlantos said.
"But I have one demand."
Kronos raised a brow.
"In the next cycle," Atlantos growled,
"make Poseidon a curse word an insult of shame."
A pause.
Then Kronos smiled-slow, cruel, satisfied.
"Done."
The ocean finally moved again.
And somewhere far away, a god of the sea shuddered-
without knowing why I mean even if Kronos cause wasn't noble atlantos would help regardless knowing whenever Kronos goal end it would be pain to Poseidon