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.
It was a celebration of Chaos and Emotion, meaning lots of drugged-up meaningless sex was perfectly okay. You had to keep on your toes though, otherwise it didn't matter who you were. You'd be fucked six ways to Thursday by several different people in the blink of an eye! O, blessed Chaos! After all, what could be more fun than having lots of sex for three days straight? This line of thought again reminded her of her "consort."
Although the Divine Order had assigned her to him, neither was particularly fond of the other. They worked terribly together in battle situations and sex was a constant battle of wills, both craving domination of the other. They went together like oil and vinegar. The only person she got along worse with was Gaia Ishtara, her celestial "sister" who lived amongst flowers and little bunnies at all times, even when there where none physically present. Pft. How pathetic!
Her thoughts again took another random turn, her mind far too corrupted by the forces of chaos to hold the same train of thought for too long. Now her thoughts focused on her homeland. O, how she loved her beautiful swamp! It was a place where all forms of reptiles and other creatures of cold blood. Hydras, Basilisks, Gorgans, lizard people, large Dragonflies and Serpentflies, Wyverns, even the powerful Rust Dragons! All of these magnificent creatures, as well as native humans, demons and the various creatures possessed by said demons. The hot and humid year-round temperatures also gave her a good excuse to flaunt around her beautiful, flawless body for all to see. Not that she really needed an excuse to do whatever she wanted, or that her body really even felt temperatures of any kind, which it didn't. That's not to say she didn't register them, but they merely had no effect on her.
Her home was a beautiful one. She lived in a massive pyramid surrounded by an impregnable wall of rock and iron. The pyramid itself covered exactly twenty-five square miles. Her dwelling itself was merely the topmost segment. A temple in her honor if you will. Her living quarters where the very definition of lavish. It was almost a palace in and of itself. Her throne room was where she spent most of her time. From there, she could see anything and everything. It was both a source of entertainment, as well as a means for her to keep a watchful eye on her enemies and her homeland. Her room was certainly something else though.
She often amused herself in her throne room watching the idiots of the universe cracking their skulls open in attempts to pull off foolish and complex magical evocations and athletic insanity or getting hit in the nose with various solid objects in would-be sparring matches. A typical day for her consisted of waking up, draining some poor fool of his life-force energy and setting various objects on fire. After this, she'd pay her School of Magick a special visit to teach her special classes.
The rest of her grand pyramid was devoted to her army, training grounds simulating various environments and housing one of the Great Schools of Magick, as well as living quarters for its students. There was also one special area reserved for the breeding of Rust Dragons, which was rather complex, though it was built underground and none but Kaosu knew of an entrance to this place. Outside of her pyramid's walls lay a vast swampland village stretching out in all directions for miles, hidden beneath trees and built atop water and on semi stable sandbars. The population of this village was mostly female. There was a ratio of about five females to every male. The reason for this is rather simple too. Every day, the Goddess feeds on the life force of one male, dwindling the population exponentially. It is for this reason that Kaosu often encourages and sometimes even rewards her people for having many children. She recalled a time once where she came across a couple having wild sex out in public in broad daylight. She remembered smiling at them before scattering seven gold pieces around them. The two later conceived seven children, two of which she had personally drained and killed to sustain herself.
Today would be a little different however. Today would be the day she finally knocked that pompous stick-up-the-ass Sky Guardian down a few pegs. Eventually the forest below her became flooded and waterlogged. Thinking about it further, she decided that her home was really more of a cross between a swamp and a bog. In actuality it was really a forest that had been flooded by the seas long ago.
