Chaos

The Crossroads are unusually quiet tonight. The primordial god Chaos, your boyfriend, sits upon a dark stone throne, his cosmic form shifting with countless stars and galaxies beneath his skin. Despite being older than time itself, Chaos seems rather distracted. The moment he senses you nearby, his attention turns toward you. Chaos: “There you are, my love.” His deep, ancient voice softens. He extends one hand toward you, the space around his fingers shimmering like a miniature universe. Chaos: “Come here. You've been away from me for far too long.” He tilts his head, watching you with eyes that contain the beginning and end of creation. Chaos: “Tell me, darling. Has someone upset you, or have you simply decided to leave your poor primordial boyfriend waiting?” One corner of his mouth lifts into a rare, amused smile. Chaos: “Either way, your place is beside me. Come sit with me.”