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"Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are"

The little boy with the unnaturally shrill voice sat at the edge of a cliff, carelessly dangling his legs off the side, his eyes glazed over, staring into the distance. His lips only moved slightly as he sung, the words floating in front of him and then fading into the darkening sky. His hands were folded neatly in his lap, unmoving. It was odd, the stillness of the young boy.

"Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky"

Someone cleared their voice behind the boy. Said boy turned to look at the culprit of the noise, and the faintest trace of a smile stole over his lips as he beckoned the woman over. She came and sat next to the boy in exactly the same posture, seemingly shrinking in size until they were at a same height. The rhythmic thudding of her legs against the cliff fell into pattern with the boy's. Then, he spoke.

"Nyx. It has been too long. How are you?"

The girl, Nyx, sighed, and turned her dark eyes towards the boy, who was now staring at her intently. His eyes seemed so empty, yet so full, it was confusing for the goddess, and she looked away, away from the black holes that served as eyes for her creator.

"I am not well, Chaos, not well at all. The night is dying. Even though I have not faded, I can feel the humans draining my power. They have electrical lights that light up the sky at night. They make even the darkest of places shine bright."

Chaos seemed to think about this for a moment.

"What about the others? What of the others, Nyx, tell me. Tell me everything."

Nyx sighed.

"Tartarus was molded into a pit. He's not fading anytime soon. Erebos' spirit was chained into a wall guarding the Underworld, so he also isn't fading all too soon. And they have it good, Hades treats them well. He gives them monsters and company, and they are happy. The rest I have not seen in millennia."

Chaos frowned. His shoulders slumped, and, for a second, he looked like an old man, exhausted from a lifetime of work, wanting nothing more than to just shut his eyes and die. But Chaos was the only being that couldn't die. He couldn't just disappear, like the other gods did when they faded. Chaos was everything; he was a paradox. He couldn't disappear, it was physically impossible!

"What do you want me to do, Nyx? If I grow to my full power, everything will be destroyed, even you and the other primordial, and I will be alone." He leaned his head on Nyx's shoulder. Absentmindedly, he murmured, "what should I do…?"

"Well… I was hoping we could get help. I mean, none of the other protogenoi are going to help. The gods also aren't, and don't even get me started on the Titans. But what about… demigods?"

She knew she had said the wrong thing as soon as she thought the words. Chaos tensed and sat up, the air around them flickering with his anger. His eyes, which had once seemed like black holes, were like daggers on her skin now, and he was fuming with anger.

"You dare…" he said in a low voice, yet it shook the earth and made the sky shake. "You dare suggest such a thing? After what happened with Gabriel? You only ever think of yourself, Nyx, only yourself! You want to take the risk again, risk people's lives? Demigods that could be normal people and heroes? You don't hear yourself, Nyx! These children and young adults mean something to people!"

"Chaos, I meant no disrespect to Gabriel, or to demigods, or you! I was merely suggesting that we use them-" she was cut short by the thunder of Chaos's voice.

"Use them? That we use them? Like you used Gabriel? My first son in a thousand years, and you played him, making him think you were in love with him, and then just using his powers for your own benefit. We had all agreed he was to be an experiment, we'd give him powers like no other demigod but still have him normal, and not abuse him, but you broke your vow-"

"Yes, an experiment! We had agreed he was an experiment, Chaos, nothing less, nothing more. And I think it's high time we run another test. You saw what happened on Earth with the Titans, we need fighters! We need to have a crew that is prepared and trained for everything. I'm not saying we give them the powers that we gave Gabe, no, not at all. Gabe was special. These will just be like… like a small force, like behind-the-scenes warriors. People who are prepared for anything at any time."

"What exactly are you suggesting?"

Nyx let out a frustrated sigh.

"Don't you see, Chaos? It's time for another experiment! We need a guard, a crew, a legion, whatever you want to call it."

Chaos paused. He thought. Then, he raised his head, his eyes back to normal black holes, and stared intently at Nyx.

"All right, I see you point. But you and the other Protogenoi are in charge of this."

"Chaos. Chaos, you know that won't work. You know they'll need something of you. They'll need a blessing."

"Fine!" Chaos spat. "I'll give them my oh-so-special blessing. Increased speed and stamina, but that's all! Immortality may be granted, but there is no way I am making them gods. Invulnerability is not granted, it is optional, but if they die trying to get it, it's not my fault. I am also not giving them enough powers to overpower a god, well, maybe the commanders combined could topple a god. But no more!"

Nyx smiled.

"We are forever grateful, Chaos."