Ashley
Something I've researched over the past week.
Successors.
How the Primordials treat them, how many there are, why they exist, and so on.
And the results vary. Rather strongly, in fact.
Some Primordials have upwards of several dozen Successors and treat them as either weapons they've trained or simply students they've taught.
Other Primordials have around eight to twelve or so Successors and treat them kind of like a good orphanage director would treat the children at the orphanage. Like their wards but not their actual children.
Then there are Primordials who have just a few Successors. Around four or five or so. And those tend to treat their Successors as if they were their own flesh and blood. Which they technically are since the Primordial gives them their blood.
Chaos is the only one who was outside of any of those categories and never made a single Successor.
Until me.
Etheria, Primordial of Magic, and Erebos, Primordial of Sin, both fit into the first category, with upwards of fifty or sixty Successors. But they both treat their Successors drastically differently.
Erebos treats them as nothing but weapons for his own image and the Successor Events, while Etheria treats them like her students and cares for them.
Gaia, Lux, and Justicar – Primordials of Life, Virtue, and Order – all have somewhere between eight to thirteen Successors, and they treat them like their wards. Like children they took in off the street and are caring for but are not their own.
Although Justicar is a lot stricter with his Successors than the other two are.
And lastly, Nyx, Aether, Hel, and Chronos – Primordials of Void, Space, Death, and Time – all have somewhere between three to five Successors, and they treat them as their own family. Albeit in their own ways.
My thoughts grind to a halt when a terrifying wave of power surges forth from Chaos. One that tints everything in a bloody crimson as his voice echoes throughout the chamber with a terrifying and sinister chill to it that makes it sound like his voice is doubled. Like I hear him twice layered on top of itself in a very terrifying manner.
"The Pact only bans direct and permanent harm, so I will not hesitate to curse anyone who speaks of her in that condescending manner again. She is the only Successor to Chaos, Princess of the Tower of Chaos, and she will be treated with the respect she deserves."
His words continue to echo throughout the chamber for several seconds before he asks with that same chilling tone, "Do you understand?"
And as if forced to do it, every single person in the chamber who said anything even remotely bad about me to my face here bows their head and declares, "Yes, Esteemed Primordial!" Leaving those who had done nothing watching with fear on their faces that his wrath may turn to them.
I can't help but notice something as they all shiver in their boots and Chaos does his thing though. The fact that he was getting mad at them for their words. Not any threatening actions they may have made.
And his words also implied that he would only curse them if they didn't watch what they said.
Not what they did.
Meaning he's probably fine with them attacking me.
Although I guess that makes sense, considering his speech about the survival of the fittest and all.
That or he just trusts me that much. Enough to know I won't die by the hands of any of these people even if they tried.
Not sure which.
Then, like nothing had ever happened, his form shrinks, and he returns to his humanoid form with a smile on his face and all of his power suddenly retracting into him while the Primordial casually says, "Now then, congratulations on choosing your currency! The next topic at hand is deciding on the Planetary Events your world will be participating in! Doesn't that sound like fun?"
I blink in surprise at the sudden shift. And I'm not the only one, as everyone else looks shaken up as well.
Even my supposed parents and the other two Successors look shaken up by it.
After a few seconds though, I just give an inner shrug and yawn.
Well, that was interesting, I guess.