I'm not Alone

Chapter 8

"Hello, Chaos." Eidos tapped the creator on the shoulder. A string of very colorful curses erupted from the startled celestial in response. Considering the snicker which escaped Eidos, it was a common greeting. 

Though Chaos took pride on finding Eidos, he was pissed that Eidos could so easily recognize him. And the fact that it seemed like it was Eidos who had found him, and not the other way around made him  even more irritated. But if he needed this to go the way he wanted, he needed to level his head. He took in a deep breath.

"Getting sloppy, are we now Chaos?" Eidos mocked him. 
"Nonsense!" He scoffed. "I just came here to let you know that you, Mister, owe me a favor." Chaos said, desperate enough to pull the favor card. All of his other approaches and attempts had failed so now he had to stoop low enough to demand something in return for healing him from when he was hurt on Earth. Shame surged through him, marking his ears gold. 

Eidos knew this was coming so instead of whining or complaining, he simply nodded. "Well then, what 'favor' do you want?" He asked, subtly letting Chaos have the satisfaction of 'winning'. The poor thing had spent so long trying to get him to his planet, so he should at least be satiated with his success. 

Chaos was very happy that his plan was working. Now all he had to do was get Eidos to his planet and make him meet his second and third in command. Then he was sure that Eidos would agree to become Commander. "All I want is that you come to Planet Chaos and meet my army's lieutenants." 

"Sure" Eidos said, slightly skeptical after seeing the unnatural sparkle in Chaos's eyes. But he didn't have much time to think since he got sucked into a portal of some sorts almost immediately. It was disorienting, but he managed to get his bearings quick enough. He saw Chaos's surprised approval from the corner of his eyes. He must not have have been that effected he guessed. 

He had entered some kind of conference room with four thrones arranged around a round table. One chair was bright silver, one was glimmering gold, one was completely bare and the last one simply screamed Chaos. It was purple and dark blue and black with sparkles, creating a very beautiful image of the galaxy.

What he failed to mention was that there were two people occupying the silver and gold thrones. They both were just reaching for their hoods when they saw Eidos, but their hands dropped immediately after seeing him appear, not giving him a chance to see their faces. Within a second they swiped out their weapons. 

To any untrained eye, it would seem just a blur, but Eidos was anything but untrained. Faster than the three beings could follow, he had disarmed them, throwing away the bronze sword and catching knives thrown at him. He fired those very daggers to pin her to the nearest wall and placed his own sword at the other's neck. 

Though the pair had weapons at their throats, they still managed to gasp at the beauty of it, enchanted. Eidos smiled under his hood. He took pride in his weapon for he had forged it himself. He had stumbled upon a very powerful metal which was pure black and looked like flames were seeping out of it. He had practiced forgery with steel and titanium for years and made himself swords but they'd kept breaking, so he made himself his own weapons out of this newfound material, so sharp and deadly that it could rival Hephaestus's handicrafts. He'd made many weapons- knives adorning his waist, daggers strapped on his thigh, and many more hidden threats. But his sword was his greatest pride. 

It was pitch black, with a sea green hilt studded with dark green gems. He had used Hades's power to call upon the priceless jewels. It represented him and his patron gods perfectly. The material was such that it seemed like flames dancing within it, marking Hestia. Black for Hades and the green stones for Hermes. It looked deadly yet so beautiful at the same time. He had even enchanted it to turn into a ring at a thought and vice versa. 

Once they had admired his sword, Eidos let the pair go and turned his sword back into his ring. They gasped again seeing how the beauty of the sword matched his ring. The ring lacked the sword's glamour, but it still was beautiful in its own way. Black and orange twisted around his finger in swirls, circling a dark sea-green stone.

"I'm Eidos." He said, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. 
"I'm Coraline, or Cora." Said the girl. She'd found her composure quick. She had a black cloak fastened with shimmering silver linings on the borders. "I'm third in command." She returned his smile, tight-lipped. 
"I'm Xavier, second in command." He seemed more easy-going, his voice almost dancing. He had a similar black cloak but with gold linings instead of silver.

For some reason, all three of them felt like they recognized a familiar voice, or two.

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