Born of Chaos

A Room in a House in a World

(looking for a better title)

I glance up at the door as it creaks open. She steps into the room and pauses, looking at me, seeming to consider something.

Bris: finally decide to kill me?

She ignores me, still pondering something, whether there are any benefits to keeping me alive I imagine.

Decile: I have questions for you.

Bris: and I may want to answer them.

She studies me, looking over my tattered, patchwork clothes and scarred face before meeting my cold, unmoving stare.

Decile: Who taught you willpower?

Bris: an old man named...actually I don't know how to say it in English. The direct translation would be "tatter winged flames" I suppose. Before you ask, no he wasn't human, and no he isn't alive anymore.

Decile: I see... and he taught you how to kill like that?

She gestures towards the dried blood on my face and clothes. Hard to clean up when you're chained.

Bris: No, I was taught that by an odd lizard creature. I had pinned it to a rock, and it bit into my neck. If I didn't already have a knife in my hand then I would have died.

Decile: I did not mean the bite. She was a chosen, she had my blood flowing through her veins. She cannot die without being attacked by tremendous magic power.

I pause for a moment, really? Upon seeing the intent look on her face, I laugh uproariously.

Decile: WHAT!?!

Bris: oh that explains so much. Especially how confused you were by her death and my own knowledge. You *chuckle* you don't know where you are do you?

Decile: do you!?! This is my prison, the place where those damned fools sealed me away!

Bris: It's much more than that, this is my unwilling home, though a small piece of it. This...is The Chaos. A place that has existed much longer than you.

Decile: I have existed since the dawn of time! I am an elder god! Not some simple backwards being ruling over a single world!

Bris: Rather than owning a room, you own a house...how impressive. You see, I don't know how long this place has existed, all I know is that it is much older than you. It is much older than whatever cluster you came from. Think of it this way, every world is a room in a house called a cluster. You as an elder god rule over a cluster rather than a single world. The chaos though? The chaos is everything, it is all the houses as well as the world outside of them.

Decile: that's...that's impossible.

Bris: no less possible than a cluster, hell, maybe there's another layer even I don't know about, one beyond the infinite void that is The Chaos. The important part for you though, is that your powers are much lesser here. You get much of your power from the world you're a god of. The biggest part of that is immortality, in other words... anyone else you made immortal can die, and you can too. You may be just a soul but that doesn't mean there aren't ways to kill you.

Decile: How do you know all this though?

Bris: The Chaos is beyond time, you can die, but you, and every other thing here, will not age. That includes me. I've been here for a while by my standards. How long? I don't know, as I said, this place is beyond time.

Decile: so, this is not simply a prison made by the other gods, but something that already existed. But you came from outside here?

Bris: This is probably that prison you mentioned, it is simply a small, weak piece of the Chaos. I came from outside the prison but not outside the Chaos. And if you think escaping from here is difficult, you should test the Chaos.

Decile: Why tell me all of this? You have nothing to gain from it.

Bris: but I do. I am just as curious about all of this as you are. After all, my prison may be infinitely larger than yours, but it is still a prison, and one I wish to leave.

Decile: if the Chaos is as large and powerful as you say, what makes you think you can escape? If you cannot escape from my... "Small weak piece" then how could you escape from the Chaos?

Bris: I have plenty of time and a few ideas, that's all I need.

Decile: ...you're serious. Well then Tenebris, I have an idea as well. Let's make a deal.

Bris: I'm listening.

Decile: of course you are. It's you're only way out of this. It's rather simple, I need a host in order to escape this prison, and you need power. You let me borrow space in that head of yours and it will be your ticket out of both here and that "outside space" so

She snaps her fingers and my handcuffs disappear, then she holds her hand out.

Desile: Do we have a deal?