A New Order of Chaos

Battle Aftermath 3x1

Vetika was bored.

Being considered into Ouranos' army was a huge honor, especially for a monster like her. She didn't want to be a monster, at least not physically, which leads her to react and behave oppositely of how a monster should behave. Her mother is the goddess of Memory, Mnemosyne, while her father was one of the first children of Hecate. Her story is an old one, as well as her family.

Vetika was valued in the army by her good memory and her knowledge on archaic magic, learnt from her old man. She wasn't stupid either, she knew they wanted her for her knowledge and wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. Her only hope was that she would never have to see battle. She could be either in a saving spree or a killing spree.

Vetika adored her life in the cold weathers near Chicago, helping kids on the streets that couldn't take care of themselves. Remembering addresses, birthdays and teaching them some stuff about school filed her days to her heart's content. That would had been her life back during what now is called Ancient Greece, if Athena hadn't meddle.

Athena.

Vetika hated that name. Hated the smell of Athena and her kids. One whiff about it and she'd became this destructive killing machine that could not be stopped until nothing is left. The innocent are not spear on this spree and she doesn't want to let out her inner monster again.

On a more personal note, she should had never told her story to Robert Louis Stevenson.

"Hey! You!" one of the many monsters that never got the time nor the will to learn her name. To some, everyone was 'you' or worst, 'you, the ugly one'. She knew that her nature didn't allow her to be the belle of the ball, but that doesn't mean that they had to be rude about it "You, the one that rememberssss everything!" Well, that was more specific... She looked up and saw an empusa who was frowning at her "Massster wantssss to ssssee you..."

Vetika sighed, for didn't know which time in the past twenty minutes. Her legs moving delicately, but mortally around, while monsters made their way so she could walk around. She had to look out for her tail as well. Wouldn't want to repeat the tale of the turtle again. Or was it a frog? She couldn't remember it anymore.

"Εκεί είσαι... Ελάτε μαζί μας, Vetika, γνωρίζοντας τη θέση σας..." Vetika fake smiled at Ouranos and nodded, trying to make herself as small as possible, which in comparison, she kind of was. Inside the tent (which was more of a building center-kind-of-size), along with Ouranos were Kethas, an annoying little primordial who she wanted to strangle every time she saw him, Lamia, as representative of Nyx, who planned everything in the dark and some kind of Cyclop/Giant, who she guess it would be representing of Tartarus.

"Looks like the brat is back..." Lamia teased Kethas, who looked ready to kill her.

"Λαμία" Ouranos stopped her, not wanting to hear those two bicker. Vetika remembered those quarrels far too well "Kethas, να μας πείτε γιατί Έρεβος σας έστειλε πίσω" Kethas swallowed hard, but explained what was he doing there.

"Erebus' camp was infiltrated and attacked at night..." Kethas began his explanation, getting the attention of all the present "Mormo wasn't allowed to finish the rituals and Erebus ordered an attack at nightfall the next day..."

"Fools!!" The Cyclop/Giant snapped at him. Ouranos was unusually quiet, listening "They were expecting that attack! You rushed into things!"

"I wouldn't know" Kethas snapped back, almost growling "I was sent here almost immediately after the ambush!!"

"What a joy! You came bother us with your presence!" Lamia pushed once more, while Kethas looked ready to launch at her.

"Λαμία!!" Ouranos repeated, making Lamia stop, but so did Kethas. Vetika watched the primordial of the sky, deep in concentration, his fingers one against the other "Χάος παίζει ένα επικίνδυνο παιχνίδι..." he acknowledged, surprising everyone.