With a cry of pain, Arashi, Guardian of the Heavens, fell from the sky as if his fiery wings themselves had been clipped. He now lay crippled upon the thick branch of a tree that was probably older than he was. His fight with Kaosu had been brutal, but apparently he was at a disadvantage when it came to fighting her. She was the undoing of everything he stood for. What might have taken him innumerable years to create, she could raze in moments. She was his absolute antithesis and O, how he despised her!
Although the Great Wars had ended long ago and the two halves of Tu Aldruom had since rejoined, neither his dark twin, nor his consort's shadowy reflection had dispersed. They had long lived side-by-side in relative peace, yet every so often something would provoke one of the four and some form of battle would break out amongst them, often leading to the defeat and generally the subsequent sealing of the fallen's core essence.
Not long after Arashi' fall from grace, light footfalls could be heard upon the branch the golden youth lay upon. He somehow managed to muster the energy to glare up at her, although doing so in and of itself was rather awkward. Every time he looked at her, he saw his beloved Terra. The face was almost the same, as was the length and the style of her hair. Even her perfect hourglass figure and shapely curves were mirrored so very eerily in the unholy demoness before him. She grinned mischievously at him, showcasing her serrated pearly fangs.
That was another part of it. Although his lover's body was almost identical to the foul creature before him, she was also vastly different. Where his lover's hair was a rich amber color, the Sorceress of Chaos had fiery crimson tresses. Unlike the soft golden eyes of his lovely Gaia Ishtara, Kaosu's eyes where a spectral emerald color that burned with rage and carnal lust. While his beautiful Terra flesh was a flawless ivory color, the woman who stood before him was a dark tanned color, no doubt a product of the harsh atmosphere of the former Dark dimension while wearing practically nothing.
She bore an elaborate ebony flame pattern painted into her flesh in various places, such as her outer thighs, around her naval, fanning out over her firm buttocks before curling up tightly against the opposite pattern set just above the taught outer lips of her utterly hairless vulva. These same flame designs also went on to curl around her full breasts and shoulder blades before traveling down her arms. These flamelike marking seemed to keep to the edges of her being for the most part, venturing outside of this ideal only to further accentuate one of her primary sexual characteristics. However, these beautifully intricate patterns only appeared when she actively drew upon her power.
Aside from a few small physical differences, such as fangs, clawlike nails, she would look almost identical to his darling Terra if it were possible to drain away all of the color, although the reptilian slits of Kaosu's eyes were the most unnerving of all. They were one of the many traits she possessed that so clearly stated her container's demonic heritage.
As she slowly stalked further toward him, he suddenly felt the strong urge to flee. As powerful as he was on average, he felt completely drained at the moment. His vision went dark. Kaosu smirked. This would be so very much fun!
She extracted a small wooden puzzle box from somewhere in the Great Ether and opened it. The effect was almost instantaneous. Multiple tendrils of energy lashed out of the box and wrapped themselves around the fallen Monarch of the Skies, dragging him into the box. As the energy brought him closer and closer to the hated artifact, his body acquired an almost translucent quality to it.
With one mighty pull from the vines of light, Arashi of the Sky was broken down into pure energy and sucked into the box, which sealed firmly shut. Success!
Kaosu took a moment to part her nether lip, allowing a single dark pink tentacle to extend outward. It slowly and carefully wrapped itself around the little box before it began to retract. Before it reached her entrance, two additional tentacles snaked out, parting the entrance further. To make the passage easier, Kaosu summoned forth a generous amount of her own natural lubricant to help. The small artifact slid in with little trouble as it made its way to the Goddess' womb, where an unlimited amount of extra-dimensional space resides. The tentacle drew back into the lining of her uterus, the box still in tow, and stopped.
One might ask why she would carry objects in this manner, right? Quite simply, Kaosu's native land is far too hot and humid to wear too many clothes. She does, of course possess ceremonial robes for formal occasions as well as a set made for battle, but, for the most part, the Goddess enjoyed to walk about nude, aside from a few essentials, such as her invaluable bracer, a pair of dragon tooth anklets and the seal of Chaos she wore 'round her neck. This meant that the only place for her to store away items was within herself, though being a supernatural humanoid being, this was of little concern to her.
Her task complete and Chaos restored to its ultimate glory, Kaosu made her way home. Focusing on the Sky Guardian's divine energy within her, she slowly rose from the large tree branch she stood upon and took off in the direction of her home realm, Karazon.
As she soared through the air, high up in the sky, her thoughts turned to her so-called "consort." That lazy bastard was never around when she wanted him! The only time she ever saw him was at official meetings and during annual ceremonies that required their combined efforts, such as the festival celebrating the Union of Rain and Clouds, when everything would simply break out into an all-out orgy. Gender and sexual orientation became utterly meaningless and it didn't matter who you were fucking. Girls could mount boys and vise versa. Boys could mount other boys and girls could mount other girls. It was one of Kaosu's favorite celebrations in existence for obvious reasons.
