Khaos sat upon his throne of dead galaxies for an eternity. The absolute silence of the primordial void was deafening.
He had destroyed the universe to escape the noise, to escape the strict rules and the arrogant gods. He had unmade every single star, every planet, and every living soul. He had proven his absolute supremacy over all of existence. Yet, as he stared out into the infinite black ocean of nothingness, holding the tiny pink wooden pig in his hand, a crushing realization washed over his dark heart.
Destruction brought no warmth. The absolute absence of reality was nothing more than an ultimate cage.
Chaos was meant to dismantle structure. But what happens to the force of Chaos when there is no structure left to break? Khaos closed his eyes and made a decision. He would perform the ultimate paradox. He would use his power of absolute destruction to destroy the emptiness itself.
