hey boys, Danzy here. How ya doin ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Still upset Lucifer is my highest followed story where i think it's objectively not as good compared to the rest ( ͡° ʖ̯ ͡°)
Alright, fine. I'll give an 'OC' MC without using the nametag of Hyoudou Issei or replacing the erogaki one last shot, and put an end of the debate that OC that isn't tagged on a gamer fic is a plague everyone instinctively veer away from because it keeps stealing their favorite 2d waifus and a form of wish-fulfillment self-inserts
The Walking Abyss
[Prologue]
||End of an Observation||
In his eons of standing idle, slipping in and out from the planes of reality out of boredom, observing the rise and fall of empires and the steady snail-paced progress of all Creations and the rapid advancement within the last century, one Primordial had found their existence to be… revolting.
"They contaminate the paradise you created for them with their filth. Their garbage has even crossed their skies," he spoke. A seething tone sewn with a deep fury of a volcano that had been brewing since the first birth of a mortal God; the Children created by his sister, Children who then created the rest of the mess.
"And what have your Gods done? They watch, occasionally pillaging and raping those humans they deem as their puppets. Blind worshippers who failed to think for themselves because of their minute powers. Yet once their own humans began to grow lacking in faith in them, they mewled in their Realms, groaning and complaining."
"Is it me or your own anger is starting to cloud your judgement into one of prejudice, Elder Brother?"
"I don't judge, sister… I know. I see," he griped. The violet black shadows surrounding his ethereal form twisting and clawing the Void around them. "I see what you fail to see through your misplaced love and mercy. I see the foul seeds you've left to grow in hope they sought redemption, and watch how they drag others into misery while they rise into power. How the rich abandon the desperate cries of the needy while millions live their life without caring. How billions are enslaved without realizing under the guise of responsible businesses. How wars still trigger over the meagerest of reasons and yet left unresolved due to pragmatic geopolitical reasons. I see the errors of your Creations you stubbornly ignore because of your blind faith in them."
Her radiant blue light flickered. A telltale sign of her sadness. "They're still young… so very young," she pleaded. "They need time to mature, brother… In due time, the new generation will correct the faults of their predecessors."
"Time? Time? Your Earth is burning sister. Forests set alight so its dead lands can be profiteered. The ice caps are melting under the glass prison the humans have created by themselves. Why let them cook for three more decades and murder your planet when I can bring a swift, painless end to them? Or do you wish to see how they replicate their mistakes on another planet they are forced to settle? Abandoning the unfortunate billions to wither and die in their dying home planet?"
"You speak as though the outcome has been determined. Did you break your own words and take a glimpse into the future?"
"Who needs foresight when the breadcrumbs led to the obvious," the older sibling muttered bitterly. "Say the word. Say the word and I will reap the evil that has spread too far to be contained. Their death will mark the birth of a new age. A new beginning for those who deserved it."
"We are not the judges nor the executioner, brother," she warned. "We are the watchers. It's their right to shape their own future. Or ending… for that matter…"
His abyssal shadows flared a murky violet color. "You are the watcher. You imposed yourself upon that role. Never have I stated I will partake in your silly game of beliefs and self-torture."
"Then I ask of you... as your sister. Let them live."
"You prefer to let them rot slowly then? This isn't a mercy you're giving them. It's a life sentence, sister."
"..."
"Why?" he sighed, the anger in him dissipating as the violets dancing around him slowed down, swirling like a smoke of a cigar. "How many times have you mourned for their actions and inactions? They've grieved you far too many times than they should; don't you dare deny this. I know the ashen taste of sadness. I feel it each time I have to watch you shed needless tears. And what for? Why do you torment yourself like this? Why not… start it all over again? We have the power, sister. You have the power to create from nothing. Let me end it so you can start once again."
Her soft blue light shimmered. She couldn't say a word, but he knew her answer.
Another sigh. "Why are you so… stubborn?"
"...They're my children… My children's children and theirs…" She muttered mournfully, fully aware of the little monsters roaming her Earth, and fully aware of her inability to hate even the vilest of vile. "...I wish I can learn how to hate like you, but I'm not perfect, brother. None of us are. Can you expect the imperfect to create perfection?"
"Hate?" he sounded offended. "Don't mistake my anger as hatred, sister. I don't hate them. I want them gone. Just as much as farmers would want parasites to stay away from their crops."
"They're not parasites!"
"Some of them are. You know that is true."
"...They…they're misguided… Different upbringings create different kinds of people... It's what makes them unique."
Unique. Uniquely messed up, if any.
"Then what of the Gods," he finally drove the final nail. "Humanity will grow and learn from their past mistakes… very well on that. But what of the Gods who have tortured, raped, and plundered?"
Her blue lights sparked in surprise. "'The past is not of my concern' isn't that what you used to say?!"
"And I mean it. The past is an opportunity to learn, not be concerned with," he seethed once again. "Explain to me why this 'Most Powerful God' of yours is still abducting women in the night? Toying with the memory of their lover or husband and friends and families so that they would forget them, while his own wife torture these women days and nights until they expire because her husband is depraved? Those women died alone, sister. Alone, tortured and unloved. And nobody remembers them. No one but you. Don't you care for them?"
Zeus and Hera. One of the many issue-ridden Greek deities... "...That's…"
"You can't even defend them because you know," he said. "And what about their children? How many has Athena punished? Does this Goddess that represents intellect, reason and wisdom even remember their names? Does she remember Arachne? Medusa? Ilos, Ismene, Myes, and many more she had killed out of childish jealousy? Oeagrus whose flute she cursed all because she was mocked for looking 'unsightly' while playing it? Apollo and Artemis murdered the seven sons and seven daughters of Niobe through arrogance alone, because Niobe claimed to be a better mother than the Twin-Gods… she despaired for her children butchered by those Gods, yet you tolerate them still.
"But let's not drown ourselves on these shallow Olympians... Remember that Dragon in the East Sea? How many children must be sacrificed so that their home won't be destroyed by a great flood or hurricanes? Or the Chaos Karma Dragon who ravaged lands in search of her lost artifacts which were stolen by another Dragon who is now sealed within those toys your most favored deceased God bestowed to humanity - so they can protect themselves from Gods."
His domineering shadows murked her light as the Primordial shirked in fear and shame.
"I'm not asking you to let me butcher them senselessly… I'm asking your permission to rid your Earth from these malignant Gods. Humanity has enough struggles already by being constantly thirsted by their own greed. Have a semblance of power in them, the 'Three Majorly Greedy Factions' immediately scrounged them like hungry dogs."
"...Do you want to hurt me, brother? Why are you asking me this…? Why are you forcing me to choose?"
"Your tears won't affect my decision, sweet sister. Moreover, they will continue to hurt you more than I dare to put you through. You and these… walking apes you so dearly loved - but I'll spare them from my concern. They perish too quickly to matter individually. The powerless one, at the least. But the Gods? The Dragons? The supernatural? They don't expire as fast, but they will bear so little meaning as the humans continue to thrive with their own technologies and advancement."
"...Yet you said…?"
"I know what I said," he calmly said. The Devouring Abyss was not the only thing he could perfectly control. His emotions too. For the most part. "Weeding out humanity will cost at least half of their population. The impact will be too cataclysmic if they suddenly combust into dust, but most importantly; your sorrow will be unbearable. You value their life far too greatly, I tell you..."
Dread darkened the glow of her lights as the sister finally discovered his main motive.
It was never about the humans.
"Brother… you can't…"
"I can, I must and I will," he stated with steel finality. "Yes you will mourn for them, but find comfort in the slightly better future forged without their parasitic existence."
"But… but who will protect the humans?! There are great dangers to be faced that only the Gods can fight against! That's why they are created; to protect! Yes I admit they are corrupt, but they can defend the weak in their time of need. If not them, then who?! Humans? Individually they are far too weak against otherworldly threats! Even both Hell and Heavens are no longer as great as they once were and they required humanity to live on because of their diminishing numbers… Their alliance is still young, it needs time to become stronger so they can stand on their own. The Gods are needed still, brother… If not them, then who?"
She paled as she saw the smile within the darkness. A smile that failed to bring the warmth it used to carry. No doubt it had turned harsh and cold from centuries of irritation and anger over the failings of the Creations, and having to witness the only soul that mattered to him weep and cry.
"I've lied idle for several centuries too long. The cosmos have been dreadfully boring, I'm afraid. I've been longing to trot around that Earth of yours… to marvel the wonders from a… smaller perspective," he hummed a light tune; marking the beginning of the end for select gods. "With me as its protector, who can be stupid enough to try and sow chaos on your world?"
"...Brother please…" She began to cry. Droplets of purest lights dripped into the vast jaded void as the universe below knew nothing of it. "Don't do this to me… not now… not ever..."
"Too many chances, sister," he said with subtle care. "They've had the time to repent; which they never took because they're Gods and Dragons, and neither species are very introspective, unfortunately. It has never been a survival trait. The ability to cajole, threaten, and terrify has always worked well enough for them, consequences are mere afterthought. When they can flatten cities at a whim, quiet reflection and seeing-things-from-the-other-fellow's-point-of-view is… unnecessary for them."
He gave her one last look in his ethereal form, a form that had been since the existence of Time, before he would then turn into the Abyss that Walks among the mortals.
"I will make it a necessity for them. If they refuse to learn, then they've damned themselves, and themselves only. That much I can promise you."
Then he descended into the mortal realms as she was forced to follow suit. If there was anything that could prevent Chaos from devouring anything, it would be Gaea and her alone.
May the Gods sought for her mercy... because her brother had none.
To be continued...
Yes, yes. Issei still exists.
No, this won't be a slasher fic where Chaos runs around with a ghostface mask and Michael Myers' knife in smokey hand chasing Gods and Dragons around like the forbidden lovechild of Freddie and Jason. And behind them, Gaea is seen running with tears on her eyes screaming bloody murder, while a bratty Nyx keeps cheering him on like an excitable grandaughter.
Chaos ultimately wants the betterment of the world. His methods are just more straightforward and doesn't last an entire novel. Weed out the bad so the good crops can grow taller
No, no. No unhallal heram members will be stolen with zero sense. Chaos probably won't even bother to romance anyone as he sees them as no more than mongrels (remind you of someone? His name rhymes with... gigantic mess)
Though that doesn't mean no one won't try to romance him. Try as they might. They'll probably confuse him with their affection. And hey! Character development is a thing, so who says a grumpy primordial can't be mellowed by adoration and tender attachment?
Yes I know Gaea 'spawns' from Chaos and technically isn't really his sister, but artistic license is a thing and I'm free to shape my own story and piss off as many internet armchair loremasters as I like
Prologue probably reminds you of Death's Chosen. Chaos can be interpreted as a more angrier, less tolerant kind of Death, while Gaea a more mature Life with less subtle motherly aspects, who will desperately try to reign in her grouchy older brother who just wants the simplest solution be taken: rip and tear. Until it is done, and the only thing they fear is him. *cue DOOM soundtrack*
The story will take place after Kokabiel did the dumb and got himself yeeted by Vali, triggering the peace/alliance pact of the Three "Major" Factions. Why? Because i got bored starting from the start of canon.
Lastly, stop telling me to stop writing new fics, or i'll just stop writing for you whiny pricks. Which probably won't happen since writing is still my hobby and i'm too immature to listen to whiny pricks
tho i'll probably stop writing Defying Fate, as that one didn't gain as much traction as i'd hoped. oh well. can't win everything
Follow to keep this one breathing. Review to tell me what you want to see or keep my motivation alive. Favorite to win a chance of becoming my favorite which has as much chance as a youtuber fake giveaway