Advent of Chaos

8

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Lifting her head from the freezing leather of the furniture, Mora blinked rapidly before she eased herself into a comfortable sitting position. She didn't know why, but her body ached horrendously. It was an effort to keep from groaning when she moved herself, hands braced on the low table in front of the furniture. Waves of pain barked in her bones, and she shuddered violently. She hadn't been physically harmed, but she felt as though all of the energy from that orb-- being the last thing she remembered next to the beast's abyssal black face-- drained into her.

Chaos. It was an energy that she couldn't comprehend-- nobody could comprehend. Chaos was something that Mora knew couldn't be defined, either. Yet it was there, and not there at the same time. The only forms of Chaos Mora had encountered out on the fields was merely the Chaos of slaughter, blood from the enemies of Darkness defining revenge more than anything. Something Mora grew to love, was that form of Chaos.

This Chaos-- it made her feel like nothing and everything all at once. Drained her and filled her both at the same time, having no end and no defined beginning-- no roots or origins. As if it just suddenly appeared, but was always there. There were no remnants, because it simply lingered on her skin and she tasted the energy without even needing to open her mouth. Part of her loved it.

It was clear in those days, she realized-- the time she had spent trying to gather information on the Relkan-- that they were well acquainted with this foreign Chaos. Any energy almost entirely alien to her usually peaked her interest anyways, but Chaos seemed to draw her towards it, without actually needing to try. Chaos never tried, she realized. It was like a magnet, or a black hole. But it worked in many ways-- could have been slowly, or with haste. Or, it could have removed every sense of time -- or removed time entirely from existence. That loss of time was what Mora felt in the presence of the largest beast, who she now took to referring as Cassain, due to the flicker of life in him when she mentioned this name.

Cassain, Cassain, Cassain
Chaos, chaos, chaos

Mora began mumbling to herself once more, her words barely reaching her own ears.

Who are you? Who are you?
"Who are you?" She asked to nobody in particular. Maybe it was herself, maybe it was Cassain, or anyone listening. The person who just so happened to be listening answered for her.

"Somebody who isn't here to hurt you." Ankou eased his way into the room, and she instantaneously snapped out of her reverie. Gold met blue-steel with the flicker of Traveler-light hovering at the centre of the room, and Mora fixed her gaze upon something in his hands. Tendrils of steam wafted in swirls above a mahogany coloured ceramic mug, and when he stepped closer to hand her the mug, the smell of chocolate filled her nostrils faster than she could breathe.

"Hot chocolate." She sighed heavily, and a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. She let it grow to it's full width.
"Thank you--" Mora drank deeply from the cup, despite the liquid nearly scorching her lips. She didn't care, she needed something in her system--something warm, that was for sure. Hot chocolate just happened to be one of her favorite drinks.

For a moment, Ankou remained silent as he took a seat next to her, his eyes scanning her features over and over again-- as if he were looking for something in her tired face. He found nothing worrying, but his gaze lingered on her pink lips.
"Do you need something?" Mora questioned cautiously, setting the mug in her lap and facing him. He looked extremely pale, but when she turned to him, some colour returned to his cheeks.

"Mora." Ankou began, voice deep and tone serious as he spoke.
"What were those creatures?" A stupid question. And...bringing up the Relkan now...