It never got any easier.
Not once in his lifetime, if you could even call his tiring existence that, had the world around him ever rested. The constant and consistent agony of its many inhabitants made his metaphysical head spin. He never had one moment of respite. If anything seemed to be traveling down the right path, one that would lead to a brighter future, something would always go wrong. He had seen it all. Bright and promising individuals lead astray by their own greed. Politicians turned corrupt, speaking in false truths and empty promises while growing rich. What angered him more than anything was the ones covering it all up. Everyone was always hiding behind their own facade. They left their hidden agendas in the shadows where they were hard to find. Most people had skeletons in their closets, some more literally than others, and they almost never got aired out.
It wasn't every person's fault of course. To say that everyone who had done a bad deed was objectively evil, bad, tarnished, or whatever you wanted to call it, was simply wrong. Some people were forced or coerced into doing something wrong, sometimes the 'bad choice' was the best option given the scenario. This made his job indefinitely harder. He had spent ages debating over different moral dilemmas in his mind. Still, no matter how much he wished for the betterment of the world, it's inherent darkness leaching and spreading onto everything made it hard to continue forward. He might have found a way to end his own existence if he knew everything or everyone would be fine without him, immortality was truly a curse.
Although, maybe that wasn't true. There was one beacon that illuminated the cold darkness around me. They had been with me since the beginning, and they alone knew my internal struggle. My need for peace and to be torn away from what made me discontent. She was always with me, for where there is Creation, there must be Destruction. She was my opposite, we should hate each other, but we were inexplicably drawn to the other. She was the star in the night sky, and I was the darkness that allowed her to shine. I was all she needed, and she was all I needed.
She was Chaos. The Creator of the Universe. She created life and sculpted planets from the empty void of space. Of-course, someone needed to hold equal power in order to keep balance, so I formed from nothingness. Chaos didn't directly create me, but her actions indirectly did. By all means, we should've sought out the others' annihilation, but we didn't. Instead, we fell in love. Cheesy, but it was true. I would be lost without her, I would be without purpose. She was, quite literally, my reason for existing. Her sweet smile, her warm laugh, the passion in her eyes whenever she created something new. It heated up my cold and desolate heart.
I transported myself to our home on the fringes of the Void, the empty nothingness that spawned the both of us. It was a comforting sight, it showed us our beginnings and kept us humble, the knowledge of our past a reassurance. I crouched low to the floor and crept through the house silently. On the balls of my feet, I sneaked my way deeper into the house until I reached the living room. Standing up and looking down on a dark granite table stood Chaos in all of her glory. Her inky black hair fell down her back elegantly, her dark blue eyes were diligently looking over a project, and her skin refracted the light around her, making her actually glow with radiance. She was so focused on her work, that I could walk up right behind her. Wrapping my arms around her waist and leaning over her shoulder, I whispered to her softly.
"Hey beautiful, what are you doing? "
Her head spun to look over her shoulder as she, blushing lightly might I add, smiled up at me. Turning around in my grasp she wrapped her arms around my neck. Tilting her head to the side, and smiling up at me innocently, she seductively murmured her response.
"Well hello there handsome, I'm just working on my Planet-X project, but I can always make time for you."
Smirking, I leaned in and kissed her softly, her moaning in content. I lifted her up and sat her down on top of the table. Starting to kiss her neck and take off my shirt, we were cut off by a flash of light. We both groaned in annoyance, our time was interrupted after all, we glared in the direction of light. Standing there in a light black dress, the Primordial of Night stood regally. Taking in our appearance she gasped, blushed, and then covered her eyes while backing away. Me and Chaos looked at each other and sighed, we had work to do.
AN: This is probably going to be a 4-5 chapter short story about Percy and Chaos dealing with annoying things, it'll mostly be fluff in all honesty. Tell me how I did on the small, really small, make out scene, as well as the dialogue section. I'm not the most confident in those areas of writing. Anyway, there is college work to be done, bye!