Chaos Tyris was the son or Anarchy. He was the son of an embodiment who was determined to destroy the old order of things. He was the son of an embodiment who served Plex, the darkness which wanted nothing more than to consume the forces of nature and to destroy the embodiments. He was the son of a merciless killer. Now he too had been consumed by the darkness.
For the last year or so, he had been trapped. His father had seen that he was brought into this world so that his body could one day be used by Anarchy to extend the life of the embodiment. He was meant to have been, by the will of Anarchy anyway, nothing more than the perfect soldier. He was meant to have been someone who could attack, not someone who could think.
And for the last year, his father had finally achieved what he had intended of his son. Attacking.
Chaos floated in the darkness, the only light shining from his face. It was not the face hews accustomed to, but a face which his father had given him and all the other soldiers. Soldiers of Anarchy had a face of chrome red, almost like metal, shining. Always smiling. It was as if they were all wearing masks.
As the fight in the domain of Anarchy raged on, Chaos was fighting. His father was growing weaker, and he was trying to get out of the control of his father. If only. If only...
And with a red flash, Chaos Tyris vanished. He was not going to stay in the darkness.
