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The god of ruin answered the door. It was his sister, Chaos, however nowadays she went by the more human name Mephistophela.
“Hello brother”
The god of ruin, Xerxesmander, rolled his eyes.
“Won’t you invite me in?”
“What’s the point. You’ll just barge in if I say ‘no’ … you are chaos after all.”
Mephistophela feigned a melodramatic painful wince. As if her brother’s words had pierced into a very tender heart she did not possess.
“You know you should be nicer to your older sister. You only have the one, me. Imagine if I wasn’t here? How boring would your life be?”
Xerxesmander went to sit down on his couch of human skulls.
Chaos felt ignored and she didn’t like it. She added onto her previous comment: “What would dad say?”
The god of ruin found himself with a feeling of slight annoyance. However this scene had been played out between them many times. Chaos knocks on the door. Xerxesmander either lets her in or does not, if he does not she lets herself inside into his pit of fire and brimstone.
Then always a nostalgic comment about “father” depending on her mood, followed by some kind proposition to the god of ruin. The thing about Mephistophela is that she was always scheming and up to something. Some new trouble, a new machination, a new vision of evil and woe.
She was quite literally the eternal fountain of darkness.
She was also their father’s pride and joy. “Dad,” better known as the Evil Eye but also by other names such as Petrification or “The Darkness Before the Fall” continually boasted to the other elemental forces about Chaos.
“This is the one! This is the one to undo it all! I just know it.”
Xerxesmander made to answer his sister’s rhetorical question and then ask her why she was here - as if he didn’t actually know - until he noticed Mephistophela had brought her little Cockatrice with her.
“Foul little thing,” the god of ruin sneered.
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JuJu was his sister’s little companion beast. A mythic creature that had the body of a two-footed winged serpent and the head of a rooster. It had a particularly nervous and combative disposition to it yet could also be quite docile at times.
It is said that the cockatrice is the mythological sire to the modern day Chihuahua.
In fact, some legends say it was Chaos’s own tears that gave rise to the creation of the canine animal. Their father the Evil Eye had been snoring one night when he accidentally inhaled and swallowed up her original cockatrice Mowgli. No sign remained of the poor boy except when the Evil Eye later burped up the pet’s collar.
Xerxesmander knew better than to comment about her mythological pet given how defensive she was of it.
“Dear sister,” the god of ruin feigned politeness. “I think father would want us to work together to accomplish our goals.”
“Exactly!” Mephistophela said with delight.
The god of ruin kept a watchful eye at JuJu the cockatrice. “So why are you here?” He asked.
“Well, I was thinking…”
“Of course,” he said in his thoughts.
“I was reading through this manual that father left us.”
Before he could ask “which one?” Chaos pulled it out. It was a short bright red little pamphlet. Titled “On the Four Phases of the Present Day Human Life Cycle”
It was a gift by a modern human to the Evil Eye. Left and sacrificed to Petrification in a ritual. It was the written musings of a media pundit and propagandist. It said, in sum, that human life progression could be categorized into four phases; and, that if one understood the central thought of the human in their particular phase. Then they could, as the saying goes “wrap them around one’s finger.” That is, effect an absolute influence on persons that itself borderlined an almost total control of them.
The four phases were childhood, youth, adulthood, and old age. The central thought of each phase was a desire. The desire for childhood was “playtime,” for youth it was “sex,” for adulthood it was “money,” and for old age it was “toilet.”
Chaos had been reading through the pamphlet for the umpteenth time when she finally got an idea. She had read that adulthood consisted of the largest number of humans, therefore she wanted to focus on that population group.
The pamphlet said that all adults constantly worry about “money.” That in fact those with lots of it actually worry and think about it more than those with little of it.
Mephistophela finally reasoned that if she could get the humans with little money to think more about money then they would have more to worry about it. “Thus devastation and chaos would surely ensue!” She thought with joy as it seemed more and more humans would be collectively worrying and competing with each other.
It was this idea she brought to her brother Xerxesmander, the god of ruin.
Upon hearing it he gave a small wicked smile. “You know … I think you were right earlier.”
“Oh what’s that?” Chaos asked with a monstrous and dastardly smile.
“I think I would be bored without you.” The little brother said to his older sister.
It was in this manner that chaos and ruin multiplied across the realm - because as every god and elemental force knows: what you focus on multiplies. "
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