Son of Chaos
Uusoae knew her time was short. Her Chaos was being overthrown by mere mortals – mortals of all beings! The grey fold skin that was her lips twisted in a snarl. That Orzone had been her undoing. Weakling! Child! She half expected him to fall out of the sky of his own stupidity. His wings would stop flapping if he didn’t constantly order them to move.
“Never send a Stormwing to do a god’s work,” she hissed through a peaked mouth that was one of the many replacements since the last.
Mithros and the Goddess would be on her case shortly. Time was terribly short. She had no doubts that Mother Flame and Father Universe would confine her to the Chaos realm. She had to act fast. And she had a plan.
Uusoae did not trust any immortal to help her. Her best allies, she submitted, would be among the mortals, who bore half of her Chaos naturally. She needed a strong mortal to carry on her work. She had already chosen.
With hair that squirmed, she walked the forest calmly. She heard his ragged breathing and tutted his weakness. Of course, with more Chaos in him, he would be stronger than any mortal – gods blessed or not.
He was lying by a stream, a hand trailing in the current. His eyes were listless and unseeing, though at her approach he immediately struggled to slither away. Uusoae smiled craftily. “Hear my words, mortal. You have such grand work to carry in my stead.”
Though he barely could distinguish her in his vision, the man set his mouth firmly. He again tried to move, but exhaustion and fear kept him in place. He tried to lash out at her futilely with his stiff limbs. Uusoae laughed.
“You are a weak one,” she told him. “But once you are fully Chaos, nothing will stand in your way. We will rule the realms.”
As the dark tentacles of her Chaos power flowed into her chosen mortal, his struggles grew less and his eyes closed in tired submission. Uusoae dropped a papery kiss on his brow and straightened. “Now, my son, by the time you remember our meeting, it will be too late for anyone to stop you.”