When they were being assigned where their domains would be, Chaos was the first of the two siblings to pick where she would live. In fact, Order let her go first. So she could then pick a location that was on the exact opposite end of the Living Quarters. The less she would have to see Chaos, the better, a sentiment she shared with most other Gods, as their counterparts commanded roles that were the reverse of the other. Their antithesis, if you will.

In terms of abodes, Chaos was rather similar to Order, in that her domain was rather small. However, while Order prioritized practicality, having a majority of her domain be underground rather than aboveground so that the resulting structure would not be an eyesore (and to skip out on toiling over exterior design), Chaos instead prioritized nothing.

Her residence was simply a medium sized crater in the ground, with a bed in the middle and a toilet to the side. The extent of her entire home amounted to about a tenth of Truth’s cathedral. More like a twelfth, really, if you wanted to be specific.

She didn’t stay in her own domain much anyways, often crashing with one God or another, so she decided on a whim that she didn’t need that much space. Chaos, defined as unpredictability, disorder. It wasn’t hard to see why she’d deliberately disobey the unspoken rule that Gods were to keep to their own domains.

Coming up on the crater, Order wondered if her sister would even be there. Order had let Chaos know beforehand that she was coming today, so she was probably at home. Probably.

She came to the lip of the indentation where Chaos lived and glanced over the edge. Sure enough, lying down, one knee raised, on the solitary bed in the centre of the crater (Well, mostly centre anyways. It was about 50 centimetres diagonally off-centre, which Order swore Chaos had done just to piss her off) was the Goddess of Chaos herself. She was dressed in a red tank top and green shorts, wearing mismatched sneakers that were, for gods know what reason, yellow.

There were so many things Order wanted to point out and correct at this moment. For starters, she looked like what the mortals of some long-dead civilisation would call a traffic light. A wonderful, logical piece of engineering that Order fancied greatly, as it was used to direct man and machine alike, maintaining harmony on those ancient roads. Not in the context of clothes, mind.

Next, shoes in bed. I mean, they were even touching the bedsheets, soiling them. On top of all this, Order knew for a fact that Chaos didn’t usually dress like this. She was definitely just playing up her “chaos-ness”. To mess with her. Her usual attire was a similar robe to the one Order wore, with splotches of rainbow on a blue background.

Order stepped over the edge and gingerly made her way over to the bed, one hand on the inclined slope to steady herself and keep from sliding. This place really needs proper walkways, Order thought. And staircases. And railings.

Chaos had a small, black tablet in her left hand which she was wistfully swiping up on with her right index finger, her face the picture of boredom. Order recognised it as an entertainment device that the God of Technology and Advancement had previously recommended to the other Gods as a “good way to pass the time”.

Order had scoffed when he introduced it to her. As if she had any time to “pass” when she was already so busy. She did, however, accept one to catalogue and preserve in her Library. From what she could tell, all it did was generate endless “videos” (moving pictures, complete with sound) of a variety of baby lifeforms doing cute things. Utterly pointless and irrelevant. Which was probably why Chaos had one.

As Order approached, Chaos noticed the visitor to her home and tore her eyes off the screen. Her bored look changed instantly when she recognised her sister, a large grin being plastered across her face.

“Oh hey, you’re finally here Odor! I’ve been here for hours! You know, you should really be more punctual if you’re meeting someone… It’s bad manners to keep someone waiting, especially since you were the one to make the appointment.” Order’s face immediately scrunched up. “Order. My full title is the God of Ord-“

“Yeah, yeah, don’t sweat-“(Chaos winks and raises two finger-guns at this point) “-the small stuff. What’cha want to talk about, sis?”

“I am not late, either. I am 4 minutes early to the agreed-upon ti-“

“Geez, put a cork in it, lady! Nooooo one cares! Let’s get on with it already!” Order couldn’t stand her. Just 2 minutes of being next to Chaos made her want to start hitting something. But, she rationalized, work is work. “Goddess of Chaos, I, the God of Order and Knowledge would like to, as previously discussed, converse with you regarding the current happenings you are… involved in.”

“Yeah, yeah, I accept or whatever. Ok, let’s see…” Chaos cupped her chin in mock contemplation.

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“Two days back I went to check out that one sparring match with War and Violence… crashed at War’s after he lost… what a wimp… then last week I replaced a quarter of the roses at Truth’s place with dyed peonies…” (Order hadn’t noticed, but she’d restore them later)

“Swapped out a bunch of quartz crystals at Greed’s place with glass a month or so back…” (Order was there for that, and it ate up nearly half the allocated time for the count that day tracking Chaos down)

“I guess you could sort of say that I was “involved in” why the grass in the Central Plaza is currently a shade of light blue, but that wasn’t on purpose. Just sort of happened.” (Order would worry about that later.)

She proceeded to list another 15 shenanigans she had carried out. Which were more of the same, really; tiny things that would just barely qualify as disruptive, generally being more annoying than harmful.

“…oh, and I learnt how to juggle 3 things at a time! See?” Chaos demonstrated with three green balls she produced from nowhere, and began to toss them in the air one by one. Order ignored the artful display of hand-eye coordination as she jotted down notes in her brown book. “I understand, but what I am referring to is something more substantial. Have there been any events where your abilities have disrupted the Gods in any way? Other than the minor mischief you’ve described thus far, that is.”

The reason why Order was even here in the first place was her ever-present concern for Chaos’s ability. As her title implied, her presence increased the probability of unlikely things to happen. Well, other than things that she was intentionally and knowingly carrying out, anyways.

Order theorized that there was the possibility that though slim, should Chaos be unable to control or curb her power in some way, it might build up to the point where it could impact the functioning of the divine realms, either by crippling the powers of the Gods that lived there, or perhaps by causing the erosion of the roots of power holding the place together.

Gods gained divine energy from carrying out tasks aligned with their vocation. It was the exact reverse for Chaos, however. She was constantly fed divine energy from the innate disorder in the multiple dimensions of reality that existed, which meant that she had to release the surplus periodically, or the accumulation of chaotic energies and its eventual explosive eruption would likely lead to some improved, destructive form of the afore-mentioned “unlikely things” taking place. Which Order did not want to test. At all.

Luckily, her power had a form of release valve built in; should her reserves build up in excess for an extended period of time, it’d select an object or individual around Chaos and vent out the surplus. Which was why the lawn of the Central Plaza was blue. Or why a couple of months back Time spoke with a squeaky voice three pitches higher than his usual register. And she probably had something to do with the Dimensional Wall becoming fully opaque a while back. The milky-white appearance it had slowly dissipated over the course of 3 days.

“Maybe War wouldn’t have lost if I wasn’t there?” Chaos frowned. “That’s a stretch though, I mean, Violence is jacked. Like, his muscles could fill half of Greed’s domain. Stacked. No chance War would have won. Nada.” The frown was quickly replaced by the goofy grin Chaos had on before.

“Aw, don’t get your junk in a funk, sis. It’s been centuries and nothing absolutely irreversible or permanent has happened… yet. Besides, I told you already, I’ve learnt to adjust the flow myself, so if worse comes to worst, I’ll just pop over to one of the uninhabited rocks in the Sea far from any life and open the floodgates. Easy peasy! Might even get a new species going. You’re into that, right?”

Her flippant, carefree attitude didn’t much soothe Order’s unease. “But,” she supposed, “I haven’t heard anything from Truth about Chaos, so she’s probably behaving.” Order closed her book and stashed it away. “For your information, the God of Life and Creation requests your company once in a while. Perhaps you should visit soon.” “Meh, okay. I’m not doing much this week anyways. Mostly learning how to juggle four balls. And switching to knives.” She stopped juggling and returned the balls to her pocket. “I’ll go tomorrow. Maybe I’ll lurk in the corner while he’s petting you.”

Order gave a curt nod in response. She ticked off the bullet points in her head. Good. All done. Time to disengage from this interaction. “My… thanks, Goddess of Chaos, for your assistance with my queries. I won’t be disturbing you any further as it seems you have… things to do. I’ll take my leave of you now. My next check-in will be in two months’ time.”

“K’ sis, cya round! And take a bath once in a while, you kinda smell.”

Order ignored the last teasing jab by her sister. She certainly did not smell.