Chaos personified.
A child in the centre of destruction.
How does one hope to stay together under the pressure of evil?
Follow young Y/n, who was unfortunately born into a family of cultists, after a ritual to bring the God of Chaos into the morta...
I woke up in a daze, I could see the city of New York covered in dust and laser fire with the citizens screaming down below.
"I see you've woken up.", a voice spoke to the right of me. Turning I saw that same person dressed in green and gold, in one hand was some sort of sceptre with a glowing blue jewel and in the other was one of my glass spheres more specifically the one I showed Natasha.
Following my gaze the man held the sphere over his head before smashing it into the ground. He then marched towards me.
"With the power of an old god at my side I'll be unstoppable.", he said as he aimed the tip of the sceptre onto my chest. What happened next had shocked me.
As soon as the tip touched my chest the shards of glass from my sphere retaliated and shot towards the oddly dressed man turning into sand as it passed through some sort of barrier from the sceptre.
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A/n: ignore Voldemort and Dumbledore. Just the barrier.
Covering the man in sand and pushing him back slightly from the force. He turned back towards me with an angry glare as he spoke.
"If I can't use your power then no one can", his sceptre began to glow brighter and brighter before I was shot by some sort of blue blast launching me out of the window.
All I could do was close my eyes as I heard the air swoosh past me.
"Please some one save me", I repeated over and over again as I clamped my eyes shut. Until something spoke to me with a deep growl.
'Don't worry young one. You will survive, this is your moment to show this era what the God of Chaos can do!!', it shouted within my mind as I could feel my body heat up and expand until I heard the crash of debris but felt no pain from my landing.
The voice had disappeared, as I opened my eyes I looked around me noticing that I had now become taller before I spotted my reflection in a window nearby. Walking towards it as my feet made an unfamiliar clang of metal as it hit the marble surface of Grand Central station. Looking at my reflection I was no longer a small 9yr old boy but what replaced my figure was a large 12ft black, gold and silver metal being dressed in classic Egyptian armour and my head no longer human but a fusion between a Jackal, a greyhound and an aardvark as my eyes were a glowing sinister red.
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