Disclaimer- I own jack shit and no I don't make money off this.
Authors note- This is the self insert challenge, the rules are simple you pick a fandom insert yourself and mess around with cannon. However there are a few things, real names are a no-no I am not insulting you but some people do use their real names, next gender bend is allowed. The pairing can be whatever you want it to be, slash, het, yuri even a harem. See it is simple.
Chapter 1- Death waits for no one and Chaos intervenes.
When you love someone you would do anything for them including burn the world to ashes and more than often when the world needs burning it is due to error, human error. That said humanity has the chance to grow, change, and evolve although there is still bigotry and hatred there is still much more positive things. Love, kindness however even the smallest action can be turned either way and more often than not those that are trying to do the right thing fail to do so. But that doesn't mean that there is complete failure, no for every person that fails more than one will take their place and try to do the right thing.
The world is not black and white, there are shades of grey that even the best people cannot see or do not want to see.
Life is never straight forwards, you can plan one-thing and then something else happens and you lack power to stop it or even alter it and all you can do is ride the waves out and hope you will make It out alive. But even then death is a release for those that have suffered for too long, for those that have had every curve ball thrown at them and have done their best to dodge everyone of them. But even they get tired of dodging and riding out the waves and when they do death welcomes them.
Death it is in every creature's nature to fear it that when their times comes they can bargain, beg, and plead but death cannot be swayed every soul is his to collect, every soul belongs to him and it is his job to get the souls where they need to be. But occasionally there is a soul that simply does not belong. It is rare but it happens and when it does death needs to find somewhere for the soul to go and more often than not death finds where the soul is needed the most and more often than not death find where they are needed to most.
However, there can be times when death cannot collect a soul because it belongs to someone else and more often than not they have far more of a say than death, not many deities are higher than death but those that are death knows not to cross. So, while death waits for no one there are those whom even the deity would not cross, even death has limits as to whom he can and cannot reap the souls of. Gods do not die they fade, Satyrs cannot be reaped as they do not belong to him. Nymphs are trees and their souls are bound to their trees, once the tree dies so does the Nymph.
The void is where many of the souls tend to go before they are taken to their new world and while many of them do get a second chance not all of them do and not for insufficient trying. Requirements need to be met before a soul can be moved to its new home, not the requirements that many would expect when going for a job but a different set. The colour of their soul, souls are made up of different colours and emotions mainly the ones they were feeling before they died. Red for those that got burned alive, blue for those that drowned and while the colours reflected how they died it was their emotions that would truly give away just what sort of person they had been. Black for those filled with malice and hate, green for green and envy wanting what other people had. Pink for truly loving someone with all their being, lavender for a kind and caring soul.
Every colour had a meaning and a purpose, sometimes it was easy to tell the difference between the souls but more often than not it was a complicated and thankless task that death had to do. That was when he had normal souls at the moment he was dealing with a rather feisty one that refused to do anything that he had told them to do.
"Kindly stop."
A small blob of colours shook with mirth before zooming off in a direction death sighed he wondered just what he had done to be stuck with a childish soul, not that he was complaining it livened things up a little and they had managed to keep the rest of the souls in line although how that happened he was not going to ask. He looked down at the file and shook his head.
Name: Sal
Age: 24
Occupation: carer
Death sighed dealing with someone who had young was not his favourite thing mainly because it meant they had died before their time and that riled death up, the balance was there for a reason and it was meant to be kept. He looked at the occupation again that explained the lavender and pink, but it did not explain the yellow or the orange and even though he knew what they meant he wants to know why they were there and why the dominated most of the soul. Death shook his head as he looked at the reason they died.
Reason for death: running back into a burning building to save their cat
Death snorted yellow for stubbornness, so they were stubborn enough to run into a burning building while most people were running away from it and orange for passion, passionate enough to do what they believed in and what they thought was right and the strength to stand up for those that couldn't do it themselves. That explained the dark blue streak, this was turning into the most troublesome soul he had ever met and that's saying something. Slowly the small blob came floating back and proceeded to chirp right next to him, he could feel the mischief running off the soul.
"No."
A sad warble was death's only answer and the deity didn't know how to take it, just as the small blob was about to race off and cause who knows what damage a skeleton hand grabbed hold of it and looked directly at the soul.
"Behave, a child you maybe but I know you are more mature than this."
He watched as the soul considered its words before disappearing just as he was about to curse a husky laugh filled the room, death stood up and looked at the only being who would ever dare to enter his domain.
"Lord Chaos."
Death inclined its head in a show of respect, while the soul now named blob chirped and floated closer to the Lord of creation. Death hissed at the disrespect that the newly named blob was showing, Chaos threw his head back and roared with laughter, the void shook with the power in his voice alone.
"Ah little one, if you had been anyone else I would have wiped you from the universe itself. That being said you are a breath of fresh air, not afraid to say or do what you think and you most certainly are not afraid of me even knowing I could wipe you from existence. It is also why you are needed."
Death looked at blob and now knew why it was so hard to find out where they were needed, Chaos already had plans for the troublesome little soul that he had grown fond of. Death wanted to sort, when, and how it happened he did not know but all it knew was the one now known as blob was a...friend to death.
A highly annoying and irritating one, but a friend nonetheless.
Death looked at Chaos as it asked.
"What has changed? You have never intervened in matters concerning the Gods, Titans, and other deities."
Chaos closed his eyes and looked like the entire weight of the universe was on him and in some ways' death supposed it was.
"If I do not intervene then everything will die, in all the futures I have watched many of them end badly. Who do you think caused the fire? While the loss of any life is mournful I have brought about someone's end long before their time and in doing that I have upset the balance in place long before I was even created. But it needed to be done."
Death looked at blob and noticed for the first time that there was something else there that there was something residing inside the young soul.
"Have you ever seen someone get hit in the stomach with a sword and then push it through themselves and then use it? Have you ever seen someone other than the 'Big Three' fight? The others are terrified of their power and tend not to get involved, but there is a chance it can be changed. That Percy Jackson doesn't die from his stepfather that Dionysus children live and grow old. That Luke doesn't fall to Kronos, this is the future that everyone deserves. The one where the Olympians become a family and stand together."
Death looked at blob who was 'staring' intently at Chaos and even though death knew that Chaos had his eyes closed there was no way that the Lord of creation couldn't feel the weight of the stare being aimed at him. Suddenly blob floated over to Chaos and chirped something that sounded suspiciously like 'reporting for duty'.
Chaos looked at blob and knew that after what he said there was no way that he would shake the little ball of mischief and if he were being honest with himself he didn't want to, it was rare to find someone not scared of him even after they knew who he was. Yet here was a stubborn but mortal soul doing what no one other than his brother ever dared to do.
"Are you sure little one? The road ahead will be long and bloody, there is no telling just what will happen or when."
Blob bristled at the thought that there was something that they would be unable to do, if it meant something was better for someone else then they would do it. Chaos and death looked at each other, it looked as if they both had their answer, but there was still several things that Chaos needed to address. Including the green streak in blob.
"Do you know why there is a green streak running through ah blob."
Death flipped through the file before it found what it had been looking for.
"It appears that blob had her ovaries removed due to cysts growing on them, meaning that she was unable to have children of her own."
Chaos winced he knew that even as a deity or a titan the problem could never be fixed even with his power, such actions tended to leave marks on the soul of the person and there was no guarantee it wouldn't happen again in another life. A sigh left Chaos it was a waste and a shame he would have loved to have seen just what sort of children she would have had, but it was far too late to go back now, he knew it would crush any mortal woman. But it had made things far easier for him as now he didn't have to worry about what gender he should give blob as there was only one left. However, that now only left one important thing.
A name.
After all Chaos couldn't have his new son nameless after all.
Blob had always been curious even in her previous life and possibly every life she has ever had, so when Chaos carried her as if she were fragile and to him she supposed she was to their new home she was curious. She could remember the fire and knew that she should be mad at him for causing it, but it was a shade of grey he needed her and the only way he could get her was if she died. This was not how she had planned to spend the rest of her life, but all things considering she had a feeling it would turn out alright even though how he had gone about had damn well nearly killed her fluffles. So, she had been bad at naming things sue her.
While she may want to call him an arse, he needed her and to blob a big difference to wanting her and he was trying to do the right thing even if he had gone about the wrong way. Blob wanted to roll her eyes, well if she even had eyes. If he had just taken the time and asked then she wouldn't have said no. The God was only trying to do what was best for his family, be they born now or later and she couldn't fault him for that. Still, there were other pressing matters that needed to be addressed, like how was she supposed to help is she didn't have a body.
Chaos looked at the soul that he still held in his hands, while it had appeared she had calmed down he knew it was far from the truth. Such souls wouldn't and couldn't calm down this quickly no matter who was there, but he knew that she was at least trying to calm down. Chaos could understand envy of not being able to have something and he knew that when her ovaries had removed it had destroyed any and all chances of her ever being able to have children of her own and he knew what it was like to see others with something that you couldn't have. Order had seen to that.
It burned to know that his brother had been able to turn all his children away from him, he didn't even know when or how his brother had been able to do it. He knew that his brother had been growing in power for year he would have been blind not to see it but he stupidly thought because they were siblings they would have been able to get along. But it wasn't meant to be and he knew that now Chaos wondered what sort of story Order had spun in order for them to turn against him. While the wound was still fresh and no where near closed or even healed Chaos had a feeling that this time it would work out differently and he certainly hoped so.
Blob shuddered it was cold and not the normal type of cold either, this cold she could feel deep inside her. While she would normally make joke it felt wrong to do so. Normally it would not bother her as she had lived in shades of grey all her life, this was different. Chaos looked at blob and knew that she was feeling the cold and while it never bothered him it was bothering her, Chaos pulled blob closer to him.
"Here we are."
Blob chirped and wiggled in Chaos's hands, it was clear she wanted to be put down but Chaos wasn't willing to do so just yet. It maybe his home but her soul was still much mortal, if he let her go for just a second then she would die. Chaos was unwilling to allow her to die not after everything, she, and he had been through. Even though he mourned the loss of a life Chaos knew it needed to be done and even though the balance which had always been in place was slightly tilted he knew it would right itself without any outside help.
Chaos held blob closer to himself, there was no way that he was going to allow his new child to hurt themselves just because they were curious. There was still the matter of the ritual to do and he was not looking forwards to it, not because he would be in pain but his new child would be he had already failed more times than he could count and now he would be adding another one to the list. But there was one light at the end of the tunnel and he would redo everything, time held little meaning to him and this world had already died.
He had no need for it now and he had left it to burn he was just as selfish as the next God and Chaos wasn't foolish enough to deny it had given him his child and now it burnt, for every tear, wound and injury that had ever been dealt. Eyes that held galaxies looked down at blob and he utter a single name.
"Enóti̱s."