Before our world came into being, there was another before it; and before that, there was nothing.
Nothing gave birth to ORDER and CHAOS.
These two were simultaneously the same and fundamentally different.
Together, they worked to give birth to the first world. It was a true paradise, yet devoid of life.
To sustain it, they established rules that governed the new world, created in their own images. Thus, the Laws of the World came into being.
With the help of their emotionless children—the Laws—the original concepts created conscious life. They birthed races with thoughts and wills free of their creators' influence. For a time, the world was a true paradise.
But the Originals drifted apart.
ORDER found solace in a predetermined path, believing that all life should follow the rigid tracks laid before them. This became the absolute concept of Order.
CHAOS relished in freedom. He believed that those living under them had the right to forge their own futures and bear the responsibility of their choices.
The end result was war.
The brother concepts, each leading armies of their own, fought with such ferocity that they destroyed the very world they had built, until only they remained.
The Final Battle
The dark abyss of the Void trembled. Here, where laws were nonexistent, two entities stood at the cradle of existence, about to face off in their final battle.
CHAOS stood at his absolute peak. His Source was the definition of chaotic creation and destruction—a rhythmic, pulsing engine of energy that existed and did not exist at the same time.
In his right hand, he held the Sword of Chaos, Venuzdonoa, a blade that imposed chaos upon all order.
His eyes defined his combat style. They represented the Void, where laws had yet to be written and the world was free to choose. They were not merely "vision," but a gateway to a realm where Order was dead.
The Pupil: A deep, abyssal mauve or "ash-purple" that seemed to draw in surrounding light. At the center lay a shifting black cross that rotated slowly, as if grinding down the fabric of Order.
The Iris: Instead of a solid color, the iris shifted chaotically, filled with flickering red sparks that resembled dying stars. It was constantly out of focus, signifying that its "logic" could not be perceived by lesser beings.
Visual Effect: When activated, the space around his eyes began to crack like glass, with black, lightning-like veins of "nothingness" spreading into the air.
ORDER stood opposite him, also at his absolute peak.
His Source was the definition of systimatic Creation and Destruction alomg with immutable stability; a silent, unmoving engine of existence that demanded all things be exactly as they are. In his right hand,
In his hand he held the Gavel of Genesis, a tool that enforced absolute logic upon all chaos.
His eyes represented the Lattice, where laws were written in stone and the world was forced to comply.
The Pupil: A centered, blindingly white dot that emitted a needle-thin beam of golden light. At the center lay a fixed, glowing mandala that remained perfectly still, anchoring reality.
The Iris: A solid, crystalline gold, etched with interlocking geometric fractals like newborn suns. It was focused to an impossible degree, signifying that its logic was the only truth allowed to exist.
Visual Effect: When activated, the space around his eyes solidified like diamond, with golden, grid-like veins of "absolute law" spreading into the air, turning the void into a structured temple.
The Clash of Absolutes
"To maintain the world, the chaotic variable must be erased," Order spoke, his voice a chorus of a billion harmonized laws.
"Brother, your very breath is a transgression against the sanctity of Order."
Chaos smirked, his dark cloak billowing despite the lack of air. "Order is but a graveyard where the living are forbidden to dream. If your 'Good' requires the shackles of fate, then I shall show you the beauty of a world that is free."
Chaos moved. He did not travel through space; he destroyed the distance between them. Venuzdonoa carved a path of "nothingness" through the structured light of Order. The collision sent shockwaves through the Void, shattering the surrounding vacuum like glass.
Order responded with the Gavel of Genesis. Each strike of the gavel rewrote reality, attempting to force Chaos's energy into a systemic form. But Chaos's Magic Eyes flared. Chaos scrambled the Gavel's logic; Destruction shattered the incoming attacks; and Nihility erased the very concept of the strike before it could land.
For an eternity, the battle was a stalemate of conceptual erasure. Chaos was a storm of defiance, his sword strokes carving "No" into the fabric of "Yes." Every time Order birthed a new law to bind him, Chaos's Source pulsed with a deeper darkness, exceeding the limits of his own destruction to stay ahead of the divine.
"You are strong, Brother and you are not wrong, but i will continue to fight what i believe" Order spoke, his energy intensifying until it became a physical weight. "And while we are similar, you are a being without shape. Freedom bounds you. I am a system made with the end result of your defeat."
The battlefield changed. Order began to draw upon the Source of Birth. He wasn't just fighting Chaos; he was out-birthing his destruction. For every law Chaos destroyed, Order created ten thousand more. The sheer density of "Order" began to solidify the Abyss.
Chaos felt his movements slow. Nihility, which usually erased anything it gazed upon, was being overwhelmed by the sheer volume of "Existence" Order was pouring into the vacuum.
It was like trying to extinguish a sun with a single drop of ink.
Order raised his hand, and the Chains of Absolute Causality descended. These were not physical chains, but the weight of every "must" in the universe. The sun must rise. The dead must stay dead. Chaos must fall.
Chaos roared, his Source burning with a black flame that threatened to consume his own soul. He swung Venuzdonoa, but the blade that could destroy anything finally met its limit. It struck the concentrated wall of Order's Laws and, for the first time in history, the blade cracked.
"By the words of Order, your destruction is determined," Order declared, imposing one final rule upon Chaos.
The radiance surged. Chaos's Magic Eyes began to bleed. The Eyes of Chaos could no longer keep up with the perfect synchronization of Order's new laws. Nihility was blinded by the white light of forced creation.
Order struck Chaos's chest with a palm of pure light. It wasn't a blow of malice, but of "Correction." Chaos felt his Source being overwritten. His power was being re-coded into a power to serve, to exist, and to comply.
Chaos fell to one knee, the ground beneath him turning into a temple of gold and white marble. His black armor disintegrated into ash. He looked up through blurring vision, seeing the Order of the world as a suffocating blanket.
"Even the greatest fire eventually turns to cold soot," Order whispered, standing over him. "Rest now, Brother. Your chaos has no place in the world I have built."
Order raised the Gavel of Genesis one final time. The strike didn't just kill him; it erased his presence from the era entirely, sealing "Chaos" into a stagnant state.
Chaos felt his consciousness fracturing. But even as his body dissipated into stardust, a faint, defiant chuckle echoed through the Abyss.
"You have... you have won today but next time will be my turn" Chaos's voice was a whisper in the wind of the Void. "Order is stagnent, but our creations were never ment to be, they are meant to be ever changing,"
With the last vestige of his power, Chaos didn't fight the destruction. He embraced it. He used his Magic Eyes of Chaos one last time—not on Order, but on his own remaining Source. Nihility erased the "current" him, slipping through the cracks of Order's rules by becoming a non-entity.
He triggered the forbidden spell: Ingall, fused with the ultimate reincarnation magic, Silica.
As his physical form vanished and his soul drifted into the stream of transmigration, Chaos made a final vow. He would wait. He would let Order build his perfect, stagnant world. He would allow the rules to rule until he returned.
He would return not just as a savior of freedom, but as the inevitable end of the world Order so desperately tried to save.
The light of Order remained, solitary and triumphant in the silent Abyss. But deep within the cycle of souls, a small, black spark began to beat like a heart. Chaos was gone for now, but the countdown to his return had already begun.
"I will return as one of the beings of chaos you chain with order and force upon your eyes the truth of the FUTURE"