I just HAD to write this idea down. It just kept bugging me. We, well my dad, has to put on the snow chains so I'll take a chance to write. Seriously. Bad idea driving through the Sierra's at like 8:00 PM.
Chaos surveyed the battlegrounds on the base of the original Mount Olympus. Carnage everywhere. Gold powder and blood covered the ground. Dead bodies were strewn all over.
The first Pridomal made his way over to where a young demigod hero lay dying, abandoned by the very people who he had saved. Chaos knelt beside the weak boy. "Who are you?" the boy croaked weakly.
"Guess," came Chao's reply.
"Are you here to take me to Tatatrus? Cuz that's Hermes's job."
Chaos chuckled. He could tell that he would like this boy, even from those few lines of conversation. "I'm not here to take you there. I'm sure a smart boy like you knows who I am. "I'll give you a hint. I am the creator."
The boy's eyes widened. "I'm sorry. My mother and I didn't really have time to like go to church and like pray and stuff. Does celebrating Christmas count though?"
Chaos laughed. "Try more Greek," he suggested. The boy frowned, trying to remember. The boy's eyes glazed over and Chaos could tell he was very close to death. "tell you what," he finally suggested. "I'll bring you to my place and then we can continue the guessing game." The boy nodded weakly, not even seeming to register to what he said.
Chaos wrapped his arms around the weak boy and scooped him up. He summoned a portal to his home in the void. Not Tartarus. Not that hellhole. His lavish void, decorated by the architect of everything and pretty much defies all laws of physics. The creators of Inception would never be able to come with anything even close to this. They had only scratched the surface, and that was with modern technology.
He strolled to his palace and laid the boy on a bed in his own private room. Chaos could see that the wounds were bad. He knew he wanted the boy. He had so much power and potential. And, if this was who he thought he was, he was also a good person.
Only one way to raise the boy as his own. He focused on the boy and imagined him turning back time. The demigod slowly aged back. Teen, adolescent, child, toddler, and finally stopping at infant. Chaos held the sleeping, now healed baby in his arms. The infant was adorable, and he could tell the boy would refrain his looks. Chaos had to make sure he also kept his personality. He decided to let the boy keep his memories.
That was the beginning of their happy father, son relationship.
Corny ending, but too bad. I'm running out of battery. Stupid snow chains. It's not even freaking snowing. My god it's freezing. Anyways. Review and tell me if I should continue.