When the Creator of the Universe flashed away from Orthrys, he hadn't really thought about where he would land. The Creator also noticed that instead of him studying the entire map of Greece, he only checked the locations of Orthrys and the gods. "Serves me right for being in a hurry." He murmured.
After a few more minutes of stumbling around, grumbling about being lost, and as the Creator of the Universe he should at least be able to sense if there was another village nearby, he heard the sound of thumping feet. There were multiple pairs of feet, obviously too loud to belong to an animal. So, as curious about the world as he was, he followed, and what he saw next made his blood boil.
There, near a cliff edge, was a female struggling to free herself from under a large male who was accompanied by two others. One of them – for some reason – held a wailing aby in his arms. He could only make out snippets of the conversation, but from what he gathered, it wasn't going to end well for the girl and the child. Chaos silently crept closer to them, making sure to stay hidden within the undergrowth as best as possible. The largest on cackled when he saw her failed attempt at charging the one with the child.
"Aye, Prometheus, tie her up. She's coming with us." He saw the one named Prometheus chain the girl's hands together without her noticing. Chaos wore a proud grin on his face when he saw the girls kick Prometheus in the crotch. Though, he frowned when he saw how she tried to charge one of them, only to be pulled back by the chains the titan held. "You won't be going anywhere, goddess. Only place you're going is with us, and won't it be amazing to watch the kids head mounted on a stake?" Chaos was fuming when he saw how one of the males came up to her and touched her in such a way. 'How dare they commit such crimes?! Those pieces of dirt will regret what they did!' the angry Creator thought to himself. He was so close to smiting the little bastard's right into oblivion if the majority of his power wasn't locked away by the magic-bound, black cuffs that were locked around his wrists right now. He looked down at his bound wrists, glaring at the cuffs for restricting his one desire to kill the filth that call themselves worthy to rule the Earth, and, in extension, the Cosmos. He looked back at the group who were preparing to leave. He couldn't let them get away with the girl.
Chaos surely wasn't a "kill-first-ask-questions-later" kind of being, but he was extremely tempted to be one just for them. Not even a second later, Chaos made his choice to confront the group. He summoned his xiphos to his left hand.
At first glance, the sword looked like it was a regular Greek sword, but in reality, the sword was made of a very rare metal called Celestial Bronze. A metal that could kill monsters, and - if you were strong enough - a deity. Once the Greek sword appeared in his hand, he stepped out of the tree line. "Excuse me! What in Tartarus do you think you're doing with her?" At the sound of his voice, the three males and female snapped their heads in his direction.
"What business do you have here, boy?" Lelantos sneered. He put the child down onto the grassy ground before he summoned his bow and a quiver filled with arrows.
"Yah, what's it to you, boy?" Atlas yelled from where he stood next to Prometheus and the struggling woman.
"Let her go." Chaos said dangerously in a low growl. He was so close to ripping the swine to shreds.
"Or what, boy?" Prometheus scoffed once he recovered from his temporary pain, still sporting a look of discomfort as he shifted in place. He was clearly underestimating the older being – not that the titans knew that, of course. "I bet you don't even know how to properly use the blade you carry in your hands, child. Surrender and we will be merciful. You have no business here."
"Oh, really? What makes you think that I don't know how to properly wield my own blade? Do you think yourself invulnerable, little pigs?" Chaos' plan was to provoke the titans until they ended up attacking him in a blind rage. It was a risky plan with his immortality locked away, and being left in a vulnerable state where he could still die in battle, but life's all about taking risks, isn't it? Why not explore his newly acquired, mortality?
"What did you call us, boy?" Atlas sneered. His face grew red in anger. The other titans glared at the Creator. They did not enjoy being called "little pigs" as Chaos so "kindly" put it.
"Little pigs." Chaos repeated, nonchalantly. "What? Are you having trouble comprehending what it is I'm telling you?" He made a, completely, fake confused look on his face while testing his voice by raising it a few octaves as he spoke. "I wouldn't say it's my voice, I can hear it perfectly fine. Though, I wouldn't put it past your itty-bitty brain to understand! It's only normal!" If Chaos thought he was terrible at "socializing" with a group of people, he was astounded as to how WRONG he was. If anything, he was on a roll. He's pretty sure that he's mastered what the mortal's call "sass" without even trying. He gave himself a well-earned mental pat on the back.
And, just like that, Chaos was presented to a cold sneer from the titans. Atlas walked up to Chaos before standing mere inches from his face. If Chaos didn't know any better, it would seem like the Titan of Strength and Endurance was about to kiss him. Hard, by the way Atlas' face is contorted. It was actually pretty funny how the titan's face looked like it was competing with a tomato for "who-can-invent-a-new-shade-of-red". Chaos held back from chuckling, though. "What did you say, boy?"
The newly self-proclaimed "Sassy Creator" had a fake, surprised look on his face as he looked at the angered titan standing before him. "I thought we already went over this," he said exasperatedly. "I called you "little pigs"! Where you not listening to what I said?"
"Enough, boy! I should gut you for your insolence and feed your entrails to my hounds!" With that said, Atlas took a few steps back before summoning a seven foot spear into his hands. 'What a large spear.' The Creator said in his head.
"Ooh, what large vocabulary you're using!" he said sarcastically, applauding him at the same time. "Didn't know you had it in you! Say something else. Though, I am most amused of knowing you think that feeding my entrails to your dogs will be any good. Honestly, I believe I will only give the poor things indigestion." Chaos feigned sadness like a pro actor. This only served to make Atlas and his buddies even angrier as they all summoned their weapons ready to attack. Aphrodite's chains were wrapped around another tree, forcing her to watch the possible death of her "brave hero" whilst her little brother lay next to her, crying.
"It seems we will have to shut this boy up and teach him how to behave around his superiors, don't you think, boys?" Lelantos proclaimed to his fellow titans. They both nodded with feral grins on their faces. Lelantos raised his bow, arrow notched. Prometheus raised his spear. As did Atlas, but he charged Chaos with a bellowing rage that could only match a bull.
Chaos raised his sword ready to defend himself from the three's attacks. 'This will be interesting,' he thought.