The Chaos Door Labaletai licked his lips and continued speaking,
“Although a lot of us were slaughtered, we were still stronger than most of our enemies anticipated, our Father had been wise and the range of our powers across all of us was broad, and a surprising amount of our brethren lived. You would be expected to go to the inheritance ground where our father Chaos is being imprisoned, only there would you find your true self.”
Rowan kept one important detail in mind, Chaos was alive and the reason he was missing for so long was due to his imprisonment. Also, did the Chaos Door just mention the location of his prison?
“Wait…. Do you know where our father is imprisoned? Why has he not been freed?”
“Freed? Oh, the foolishness of youth. You can be a mortal and wish for water to be dry but it would follow its nature. Of course, every powerful member of the Chaos Bloodline is aware of that location, it is not hidden as those winged bastards want all of existence to know of our father’s shame. Of course, we all want to free our Father, but against the Gate of Oblivion, we might as well be mere mortals, wishing for water to be dry.”
Rowan’s gaze slightly sharpened at the mention of ‘Winged Bastards.’ He knew of only one creature whose defining feature was its wings.
“Who is this enemy that could imprison a being as powerful as our father?”
Labaletai sighed mournfully, “You will have to reach the inheritance ground to find out, but luckily for you, they detest the material universe, or one as young as you would be dead, those arrogant pricks. Although I have been hearing some troubling rumors recently about a world called Trion where there have been sightings of a creature with fiery wings, I cannot verify it for now, most likely it is just something else. There are many beasts that can take that shape. You know what they say about speaking of the devil…. You don’t. That’s how you keep him away.”
The Chaos Door did not try to hide the fact that he was scared of these beings with fiery wings. If the great enemy of Chaos turned out to be Angels, then it would be a great coincidence that he had two of such bloodlines coinciding in his body.
‘Coincidence or is it luck’ Rowan thought
“Okay, now to understand about yourself and our father Chaos, and to answer the first question that you asked me. This is how you are born, this is how I was born, and all the Travelers of The Blood; We were given this privilege by our Father Chaos”
“Although Chaos is imprisoned, it does not stop him from gathering power slowly, in fact, it would be truly impossible to completely imprison someone as powerful as him. I have it on good authority that countless universes depend on the breath of Chaos to exist. If he were to be fully imprisoned, it would lead to destruction on such a massive scale it could signal the end of reality itself… Not just the material universes but all of reality!”
“I told you before that our Father is sneaky, he knows he cannot be fully locked away and he uses the opportunity to spread his seed. Every Era Chaos releases his bloodline into all the universes, and many lucky creatures or items are lucky to collect his inheritance and they become his children.”
Rowan’s mind was deep in thought and he asked, “That is a great opportunity he is giving to multiple creatures all over the universes, what is the end goal of all these, how is spreading his seed really profiting him, the children he created are not strong enough to release him from his torment.”
The Chaos Door laughed, “That is a great point but one that is born of ignorance, the smoke I drained from you is called Intent, and although your Spirit was covered by many random Intents and some truly foul ones, my target was the Intent of Chaos our Father.”
“You see, in the Eras long past, we were not known as Children of Chaos, and we were called the Slaves of Chaos. We had no free will, and Chaos could easily control our bodies, using our innate gifts in ways we could not expect, surprising us and also his enemies.”
“A great war erupted between the Slaves of Chaos and his enemies and although his enemies were mostly victorious, the fact that Chaos could constantly create more of his children every Era meant prolonging the war was futile, and with every Era that went by it was difficult to ascertain who would finally prevail, and so they struck a deal with us the Slaves of Chaos.”
“Some of us had become tired of the endless battle but we had no choice because the bloodline of our father compels us, but some of us gloried in the privilege of being used by our Father, and for a long while a suitable resolution could not be passed. Until he came along and changed everything….”
The Chaos Door stopped speaking for a long while as if he had become frozen in time, before rousing himself and looking at Rowan deeply,
“There are many things I cannot tell you, but there is one name you should put in mind above all else, and that name is Caine. The greatest of the Travelers of The Blood. The Brightest Light in Creation. He who had suffered more than anyone else, and borne the full brunt of our Father’s rage for so long. Longer than any of us even if we were placed together.”
“He was the firstborn of Chaos, and before the rest of us were born, only he had to take up the banner of our father’s rage for countless Eras. He was the one that brokered the deal with the Winged Bastards and created the technique I used on you previously to devour Intent, thereby freeing us of the shackles of Chaos. He was hated of course by many of us, but some like me and other members of our bloodline understood his sacrifice. He freed us from the madness of our father’s rage. I wonder if he did it for himself or all of us.”