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The Right to Chaos

Summary:

what is it to be a god? is it to be all knowing? all powerful? or simply intelligent enough to outwit the rest of your kind. simply powerful enough to be above others. is it a label given to those through a purely subjective lens or a physical difference that flows through your veins? perhaps all of those statements were true, perhaps none of them were. you wouldn’t know. the only thing you were certain of is that whatever the true definition of a god was, you were it. a creator, a destroyer. a sustainer of chaos. both the king, the pawn, and the player. you were god. certainly not all powerful. but you were undeniably above the rest of mankind. both the one that created it or destroyed it, depending on what angle you look from. but morals like that bore you, don’t they? so don’t indulge. trillions of years have passed since you had entered that slumber. today someone, or something, has decided to bring you back. you’re left with a million and one question when you find yourself once again in physical form, but you can make do. you wouldn’t waste this opportunity. to be a god among humans. to help them, to hurt them, to fight alongside and against them. you fought for the right to chaos, why not allow yourself it's rewards?

Chapter 1: God Is (un)Dead

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

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the sound of heavy breathing and birds chirping filled your ears. The scratch of blades of grass pressed against your skin. the smell of fresh morning dew filled your nostrils. you were still engulfed in pitch black darkness. that made sense, you supposed. your eyes weren't open. but still, you were hesitant to allow yourself sight once again.

it’s been a long time, after all. it had to have been at least hundreds of thousands of years, perhaps even millions. how long ago was it that the deity war you started ended? how long ago was it since you won? since you eradicated the entirety of your own kind? since you overthrew the values you had birthed yourself in favor of a new title. a new role in this world.

it didn’t matter how long it had been. it could have been a trillion years or it could have been three. the problem right now is that something grave has occurred. either something glorious or something horrid, and you had no idea. you? no idea? that idea in and of itself is cause for uproar. an all knowing, all powerful god responsible for the creation of mankind was currently at a loss? to be fair, you no longer held those titles. you weren’t all knowing any more and you certainly weren’t all powerful. perhaps at one point you were aware of everything and more. at one point in existence you were truly all seeing, but that day has long since passed, and it was possible you would never restore those abilities. not since you ended the world.

metaphorically, perhaps. obviously, the world is still very much here. the birds singing are proof enough. you aren’t aware of it yet, but not many miles from this forest is the oh so busy yokohama. humanity is certainly doing well for itself. nonetheless, you ended your world. the world before you fell asleep. the previous one. a place of order. one with a simple hierarchy. the gods and everything else. the ones blessed with wisdom and tremendous abilities to mold the universe around them and their pitiful creations, hardly aware of their own existence. that was the world you destroyed. a garden of eden. a place of eternal peace, or as you would put it: eternal boredom. to you the concept was nothing more than an infestation of ignorance and limited knowledge. a breeding ground of worthless life. it was useless to you. a world where your creations dumbly stood about with no understanding of themselves much less the world around them.

unfortunately for you, your fellow gods seemed completely content with that life. a life of nothing but empty husks. a truly worthless notion of boredom. so you put an end to it. you infected human kind with the poison that is knowledge. you burned that garden to the ground. replaced it with a hostile forest. one of death, war, and famine. but also one of life, love, and intelligence. an eternal balance kept afloat only by its constant fighting for domination. that was the world you fought for. that was the world you killed for. all for the sake of quenching the boredom that is bestowed to a god. so why are you here now? you knew why you weren’t here for so long. a persistent deity who managed to attack you before you were able to finish them off. the complications of the attack prove to be a complete waste of time to recount. all that matters is that you would remain unconscious until someone or some thing was not only capable enough to, but also foolish enough to want to raise you again.

you pulled yourself off of the dirt below you and stood to your feet. you decided there’s little point in sitting around and reminiscing. it’s about time you begin to find some answers, because you have many question. why are you here? where is here? when is here? but more than just finding answers, you want to participate in this world you fought so hard for. you want to experience the love, the hate. the war, the peace. the life, the death. you want to live with them, to talk to them. to fight alongside them. perhaps not even for the end result, but just for the entertainment that comes alongside the battle. you didn’t give up your title as the god of creation for the god of chaos for no good reason.

Notes:

this first chapter is a bit short, i know. i pinkie promise the next one will be longer, this was just a bit of an extended summary! I wasn't able to get this concept out of my head so like... I guess we'll see where this goes!