Essence of Chaos

ESSENCE OF CHAOS
(The Strange and Unusual Tale of an Oxymoron Who Just Is)

Flora_Winters

Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville and I’m not making any money here either.

Summary: The title says it all. Clark and Lex are manipulated by a powerful force from childhood to adulthood. Come join the divine insanity that skips across the darkness between the stars and smashes whole worlds just because it can. Language, MM, OC, Violence, WIP

Prologue

I’m beyond human and I suck souls in order to stay whole and beautiful. Don’t worry. I only do it to oath breakers and others of such ilk, who will just go and suffer in someone’s hell anyway.

Oh, and I’m gay in this new existence. I’m a big, drop drawers gorgeous homosexual. Did I say big? I meant thin. I’m a vision in thin. I cause supermodels to bow before their porcelain thrones in order to try and become the divine perfection that is me. I make bones look good enough to chew on. Men just can’t keep their teeth off me.

I know vanity is considered a sin by many, but I’m no Christian. I never was and I never will be. I Is That I Is and that’s the way I thunder and blaspheme. Besides, they’re weak and lions have a taste for Men of the Book. Lions are the only kind of pussies I like. Any other just smells of steamed tuna.

I’m a raging bitch and I know this. The last man who tried to change my eternal ways got a once in a lifetime opportunity to see this little world as it truly is. The shock of truth caused what brains he possessed to explode out the back of his skull like a smoothie from an open blender. I had to move the sofa in order to hide the stain.

“Your eyes,” I said, looking across the triangular table into eyes that were the vibrant color of violet orchids which only bloom in one of the thirteen major hells. “They remind me of a really cold rain I once stood in. I was sneezing and snotting for a week and three days.”

“Only an idiot will stand in a December downpour, waiting for Little Babylon to open her doors.”

I remembered Little Babylon back in the day when men hung like flowers in her venomous gardens. She tried to collect me, but my own poisons proved too strong. I devoured her, leaving dust and ashes in my wake.

I narrowed my crimson eyes, pursing my petal pink lips. “I will do whatever it takes to see Harry defeat that baldheaded reptile.”

“Idiot.”

“I’m an American now, Johnny,” I told him. “And Harry James Potter is the new Jesus Christ. Why, you ask. Well, I shall tell you why. He banished legions of dementors, transfigured water into butterbeer, and he rose from the dead in a matter of moments.”

“He didn’t turn water into butterbeer.”

“He did in my world,” I snorted rather rudely. “And my world is all that truly matters.”

“I’m going home.”

“No, you’re not,” I said, grinning from pointy ear to pointy ear. “You’re going to stay right where you are and order me lots of yummy so I can put it all in my tummy.”

“You make me sad.”

“That’s not what you howled last night,” I giggled, sticking the tip of my right index finger into my glass of cool water, playing with the round cube of clear ice. “And this morning, might I add.”

His blond locks fell across his pale face in a shimmer of gold as he lowered his head. I could tell that he was fighting not to smirk with those dewy, devil red lips.

Oh, did I forget to mention, Johnny is the young man my pupil Lucy went down to Georgia to tempt. He whipped her scaly ass of course, but that fiddle of gold he had won had cursed him with an eternal thirst for the blood of those the instrument called.

He was now the serious type. I’m still the bitch who howls with laughter at the clumsy carpenter who stumbles out of his tomb every Easter to hunt them eggs those sinners are always hiding from him.

Yes, Jesus is real, and I honestly don’t care. I was a dark god of Egypt and his great grandfathers (on his mother’s side) were my loyal foot lickers before his man body was fired like an arrow from their granddaughter’s vagina. I was feasting on the hearts of the damned when he was stumbling over his first ocean wave.

Plus, he’s not the only demigod. There are hundreds of thousands of bastard half-breeds running amuck these days.

That tsunami on Christmas day, which killed all those people, that was my friend Ryan’s doing. Well, he used to be my friend Ryan. I ate him with a slurp. Poseidon thanked me afterwards.

Don’t fuck with me on Jesus Day. I don’t give a shit what or who you are. I had wanted to open all my presents and fuck my boy toy’s large stake limper than a white noodle. But, no! I had to skip across the ocean to punish some psychotic idiot.

“Hey, moron,” Johnny deadpanned. “Are you going to order? The server has been standing here for five minutes.”

I ever so slowly cocked my head to the side, blinking my eyes into blazing pools of hellfire at him. The only response I received was a bored sigh. My gaze instantly simmered into stunned coals. I think I felt pissed and amused, both at the same time. The only reason why I didn’t pick my fangs with any one of his ribs was because he was a match for me on many levels. The only mortal turned immortal that could keep up.

“Just for that, handsome,” I smiled ever so wickedly. Once upon a time, when I gave a goddamned, in the deeper darkness, within that all fears, could have murdered a thousand stars. “I’ll have this first page for here and the rest to go.” I frolic in life, and I sleep with Death one time out of every year. He is the one lover all must go to bed with sometime. I’m due for another romp in a few months. The poor thing can never keep me with him, no matter what he does or how he tries to woo me to stay in the grave. The only reason why I go to him is because I enjoy the silence his loving brings me. I don’t have to think or feel about anything for a whole day. But, I soon get bored and claw my way back to the surface with him right behind me, mewling and begging for me to stay.

The mortal took a confused step back from me. “Huh?”

Johnny snatched the menu from my hand, tearing the first page out. He handed it to me. “Eat.” He put the remaining menu in his pocket. “Well?”

His smart ass was really turning me on. The screams in the hells I once played Queen in were even louder than usual. I’m so happy I hadn’t eaten him.

I threw the page over my shoulder. I wasn’t even hungry. I had just gotten done feasting on an angel that had been selling pearls to high school students. Once popped, you couldn’t live another day without them. Allah owed me a hoard of her camels for that one. Monotheism loves drag.

“Come along, my bloody fiddler,” I said, rising to my feet. “You look famished.”

And he did. His face looked a little drawn. Had I been mistreating him in some way? I always take good care of my toys, unless I accidentally break them.

The Bloody Fiddler was what he had been called many years ago. He would lure young men and women with the heartbreaking melody his golden fiddle would play. Each victim had a different song played to lure them to their final orgasm.

He had no song which could lure me, and that had been his undoing. Death slumbers in my arms, and when I open them to embrace, there is no darkness or light which can hide you from me. I know I sleep with Death, but I am he as well. I’m lots of things, if I take the time to remember and not get distracted by pretty shiny along the way.

“Where are we going?” He asked.

“To get you something to snack on,” I answered, looking over my slender shoulder at him. “And to grab your fiddle.”

His violet eyes seemed to glow with a frozen heat. “You will let me play?”

The Golden Fiddle of Lucifer was like a drug to him. One strum with that graceful bow, which had been carved from the bone of a forgotten god, and he was higher than Andromeda’s throne in the silver stars. I should know. I had looked down from that high seat and got vertigo.

I nodded my head. “You’ve been a good servant and an even better companion. I think you deserve an award for swell behavior. Don’t you?”

His eyes reminded me of a happy puppy about to be allowed out the door. But, just because there would be no leash, didn’t mean there wasn’t a fence in my back yard.

“Do you love me?” I asked him.

“Do I have a choice?”

I thought about it for a moment. Sometimes, I stopped and thought for a thousand years before moving again. But, I hadn’t done that since Moses fled Egypt. I had woken up in darkness, finding myself in the heart of a pyramid with mummified slaves all around me. I had been covered in the dust and cobwebs of centuries. So, I went to China in the form of a great celestial dragon. My body had been darkness of forgotten memories and my wings the very essence of great dreams. The Great Wall still houses the form in which I had taken. I get bored and discard my bodies like fur coats. Plus, it made the Chinese happy. It gave them something to do. Then they pissed me off and I let the Huns eat their faces.

“No,” I answered him. “You don’t.”

He was silent, but pretended to look content anyway. He was so good when it came to trying and convincing me that he was. The Bloody Fiddler was lucky and blessed beyond all others that I adored him so. Plus, nobody had ever made me scream the way he does, not even Death himself.

Not yet…

I’m a complicated being. Don’t try and understand my ramblings. They have driven so many gods and other such fools to total destruction. Well, they didn’t die. Just everything else around them did. Well, there was that one god, but he didn’t know how to swim.

“I do have a question,” Johnny said, squeezing my slightly smaller hand.

“Hmm, what is it?”

“Why are we in Kansas?” He asked me.

“Do you see that building?” I asked him, pointing to a very tall one with a spinning globe on top.

He nodded.

“In just a few years,” I grinned with a mouth full of razor sharp fangs. “A new god is going to be working there, and I want to make sure he doesn’t fuck up my groove.”

“Oh, yes,” Johnny deadpanned, sounding deader than a valley full of rotting kings. “Beware the groove.”

“He will be an inspiration to man and womankind,” I said, seeing it all in my mind, smiling at the beauty he would be. “A beacon of light in the gathering darkness.”

“Is that a good thing?” He asked me. “Because you sound like you want to eat him.”

“Perhaps I will,” I told him, leading him along once more. “His father made me a promise a long time ago, but didn’t keep it, and you know what I do to oath breakers.”

“You ate him.”

“I ate his planet,” I answered, chuckling. “Well, I bitch slapped their sun.”

At least I think I did. I know it involved a lot of screaming and the breaking of things. I break up into so many fragments, it’s hard to keep track. I turned and looked at him.

“Would you like to see a meteor shower destroy a small town a couple hundred miles from here?” I asked.

His eyes seemed to glow just a little brighter. He nodded his head.

I could save the town from such a disaster, but that will change the things I’ve been waiting to see in person. Without such tragedy, the little god won’t become who he’s supposed to be.

In a violent whirlwind and a flash of lightning that put Universal Studio’s special effects to shame, the two of us were standing in the center of an elaborate crop circle. I handed Johnny his golden violin.

I snapped my fingers, and like those wondrous days in Egypt, the sky began to bleed fire.

“Rosin up your bow, Johnny,” I commanded as streams and waves of blinding white silk slithered and billowed about my slender frame. “And play your fiddle hard.”

Oh, the glorious music he made.

I walked through the burning flames and explosions, watching Death put leashes on confused and complaining souls. Waves of molten heat rushed across my flesh and through my long hair.

“I’m going to have so much fun with this town,” I grinned, picking up some sparkling green stones, casting them about, infusing those who will temper and forge the little god to be with superhuman powers. They were my instruments and they will be rewarded well.

“You truly are a walking oxymoron,” a hissing voice whispered from behind me.

“I Is That I Is, Hades,” I smiled, not turning to look at him. “Now go about your ways before I let your three headed pooch run wild through your realm again.”

“No hug?” He asked.

“You can hug me in another few months,” I said, walking on. “Tell your wife I said hi and that I’ll be bringing a pomegranate pie.”

I giggled as he growled.

Now, if I were a spaceship, where would I land?

The squealing of tires on pavement and a loud explosion was my answer, not that I really needed one. I waved “howdy do” to the unconscious adoptive parents to be, and skipped into the blazing corn patch as Johnny’s death trill filled the smoky air.

“Hello, little god,” I said, gazing down into eyes that mirrored the sky above. “You may call me Auntie…Uncle Cha…Uncle Chase.”

Hmm, I could be a woman. I could grow a huge pair of tits and have a vagina if I wanted. But, that would upset Johnny. He liked my man parts very much.

I picked him up. He weighed but that of a single atom to me.

“Hmm, let me see,” I said, looking this way and that. “Now where is your soulmate? He should be unconscious around here somewhere.”

Like David, he needed his Jonathan. Like Jesus, he needed his Judas. I’m so glad that church was hit.

“No biblical names!” I snapped at the unconscious parents to be as I passed by. “You will name him something normal and plain.”

The little god patted my cheek and then squeezed my nose with his little hand. I crossed my eyes at him, making him giggle. Oh, yes. He was going to be very beautiful.

“I want you to play around here,” I told him, putting him down on his feet. He looked up at me with those big anime eyes. “When you hear them starting to make noise, go to them.”

He cocked his head to the side. His dark hair was long and very shaggy. Oh, the tricks and pranks I could teach him. I couldn’t wait to start spoiling.

“Can you do that for me, little god?” I asked, speaking to his vast mind.

He nodded, giving me a big smile. I patted him on the head, taking to the sky on wings of shimmering silk.

“Come, Johnny,” I said, landing before him as he was dancing to his own tune. “All is ready.”

His eyes were amethyst pits of fire and his fangs were past his chin. “Huh?” He drooled.

“Just play along,” I told him. “The next fifteen years are going to be so much fun.”

He stopped strumming. “I’m not working on a farm.”

“But,” I pouted. “I’ve always wanted to love you in the hay.”

I noticed how he suddenly went rigid.

“What?” I asked him.

He shook his head. “Nothing.”

“Liar,” I teased. “You know what I do to liars?”

He looked away. “You said…love.”

“Come on,” I said, pulling him after me by the hand. “I’m so excited I could just pee all over myself.”

“I’m sleeping on the sofa then. You’re not knocking me up with a shower of gold.”

“Hmm,” I said. “I’ve never thought about knocking a guy up. That could be fun. Oh, we could go on Oprah.”

“You make me sad.”

“Cry on the way then.”

TBC…

This story is going to be filled with the crazy that just is. I honestly have no idea who the hell this guy is or what his goal is. Hell, I don’t even know if it’s even a guy. I just know that “he” is going to be manipulating everything as Clark and Lex grow up, just because he’s older than the first Big Bang and bored out of his eternal eternity. I see “him” being the biggest and craziest queer ever to hit Kansas since Dorothy was blown somewhere over the gaybow…I mean rainbow. So, review and let me know if you want more insanity that is whatever the hell “his” name is.

Flora.

Note: I know Harry Potter and that Tsunami happened years after the first meteor crash, but we're dealing with immortal beings who just see and know things. Plus, that's just the way it is.