Earth~Many Millennia Ago
It had been a while since Chaos had visited Earth. His first daughter, Gaea, was asleep, and the mortals drummed on as if nothing had happened. They all worshipped Gaea's grandchildren now.
All—except for one. Heracles. Heracles, although viewed as a hero, was miserable. Chaos met him on his island at the Pillars of Heracles. How fitting a name for an island where Heracles was the main inhabitant.
He approached the demigod. "Hello."
"No autographs," Heracles said.
"I don't want your autograph," Chaos said. "You seem miserable."
"So, you're going to be a therapist. I don't need a therapist! Go away!"
"No, no, no. I am Chaos. I just wanted to talk."
"Chaos? Like the god?"
"Yes."
"Go away."
Chaos ground his molars. Heracles seemed quite the arrogant hero. No wonder he had such a falling out with Hera.
"Two minutes."
"I said leave! I don't care who you think you are, get out!" Heracles turned away from Chaos and started heading into his house
"You have a problem with Hera, don't you?"
"Go. away."
"I can stop her," Chaos said.
"You can?" Heracles turned on his heel, his interest immediately piqued. He shook his head. "No. Impossible."
"I am Chaos. I create the rules, and I can break them."
"I'm pretty sure that not even you could hurt her. The rules are pretty specific. Only heroes can go wherever they want and challenge whomever they want. And gods cannot."
Chaos's golden irises glowed under his black hood in anger. He thrust his hand out to Heracles, who promptly fainted. When Heracles gained consciousness, Chaos bent over him, his irises still glowing. "Listen son, as bad as you think Hera is for an enemy, I'm worse. So when I say talk, you talk. Got it?"
Heracles didn't want to, but he also didn't want Chaos as an enemy. The god was scary. "Fine."
Chaos's irises faded back into the nothingness of his hood. "Good. Don't doubt me. Should we take a walk?"
"Okay…"
"You're a hero, son, act like it."
"Yes, sir!" he said sarcastically. He waited for Chaos to lose his temper again, but instead Chaos stared back at him patiently. "I suggest if we want a private conversation, then we had better go inside, don't you think?"
Chaos nodded, and the two walked into Heracles' home.
"So, how exactly could you stop Hera? Would you kill her? Is that possible?"
"I could, and we both know that the world would be happier without her." Heracles laughed. Chaos took a deep breath. "I don't think it would be best. We should take the subtlest plan-of-attack."
"For what?"
"To get you out of here, of course. We'll create an army. Our army will prevent gods from screwing with heroes like Hera's screwed with you."
"What?" Heracles interrupted, but Chaos continued talking.
"I mean, we'll have to change my base of operations from my pit to someplace hospitable for non-Chaos beings. Maybe I'll find a suitable planet somewhere."
"The plan sounds great. We'll just hop off of Earth and do that," Heracles said sarcastically.
Chaos's irises glowed once more.
"How? How are we going to do that? Sail off into the sunset? People have tried—there's nothing out there!" Heracles amended, not wishing to offend Chaos.
Chaos's irises continued to glow as he spoke: "The cosmos is up, boy. The planets are up there. This place—your home, Earth, everything you've ever known—is just a pebble compared to the entirety of my cosmos. It's puny compared to other planets, even those in your own universe."
"What do you mean?"
"Look up."
Heracles obeyed, and to his surprise, he saw the starry night. His question, how? died in his throat. Chaos wasn't just a god; he was the ultimate immortal. Yeah, he could do these things if he wanted.
"See that planet—that one there? You mortals know of it as Zeus's home. It's much more than that. It's a ball of gas, as are all of the stars you see, including your own sun."
"Are you saying the sun is star? It can't be a star—it's much too big. It shows up in the day. Why don't the other stars do that?"
"It's closer. Much like a torch will drown out the candlelight in the homes in the distance, the sun drowns out the stars. I assure you—the sun is the same as all those stars—smaller, in fact, than most of them," Chaos explained.
"So, Zeus's home—he lives on a star?" Heracles was confused. Chaos had referred to Zeus's home as a ball of gas—like stars—but also as a planet.
"No! It isn't burning. It reflects the sun's light, like the moon."
"So, Helios doesn't drive the sun across the sky, and Selene doesn't drive the moon?"
"Precisely!"
The two sat there for a silent moment, gazing at the sky. "So, what does this have to do with our plans?"
"You see all those stars? All of them have planets going round them, much like the Earth goes round the sun. Who's to say that any of those planets doesn't support life? We could go there, build our army, and get our revenge on the gods." Heracles nodded, shook his hand, and so the deal was sealed. "Wait for me, as I ready our base," Chaos told him and disappeared. The ceiling returned, and it was day once more.
Heracles stared at the reddening sky. He thought about what Chaos had told him, and what they were planning to do together. Part of him soured at the thought of destroying his home, his gods, everything he'd known. Part of him felt it condign. This is what the gods deserved: they didn't want to solve their own problems, and in doing so, they caused their own downfall.
He sighed and retired to his bed for the night.
A/N: Haven't updated in over a year? Oops...I blame Tumblr. And Supernatural. Sorry.