Pain.
That was what he felt when he was facing death.
A pain that seemed to come from every cell in his body, as if every fiber of flesh and bone was being stretched to its limit. The heat inside him was unbearable, as if his blood was boiling in his veins, burning, becoming a destructive force and apoptosis.
Every breath was agony, a scream stifled in his throat, but he could not even move. His body was immobilized by pain, as if it were being compressed by invisible hands, crushing him from the inside. He felt chaos invade his mind, a storm of distorted thoughts and violent images, shadows and figures that seemed to whisper promises and threats. His vision was blurred, blurred by the tears of suffering, and he could only hear the echo of his own broken voice.
But suddenly the pain stopped.
Not only it.
His senses of touch, hearing, and sight were gone as well…
「Well Well~...what do we have here?」
This Voice-
"Gah…"
It was like a curse, so strong that it made him want to rip out and throw away his own ears, it shook the surroundings, and a wave of corrosion even more devastating than the previous one approached.
「Do not be afraid, son, open your eyes~」
His eyes opened and the Vision that was bombarded to him was of a being almost INCOMPREHENSIBLE to him.
A being that he could not call man or woman, not even HUMAN.
While the other gods could pass for human, or at least human-like, it was immediately clear that this being was not of this world.
「Am I beautiful to you? Little human?」
There it is, another oddity. His voice seemed to contain a multitude of separate voices of varying genres, all speaking in unison.
It was strange and agonizing.
"I-I….who are you?"
The being smiled coldly and indifferently, before answering:
「I?...well…let's say I am NOTHING, but also EVERYTHING. I am also the void, AND the World. I am what they call the universe, but I am also one…I am, Chaos! The primordial of the primordials. We are the ones who created this world….tell me….what do I look like in your vision, little human? Answer!」
The primordial, Chaos? He seemed content to wait for an answer, but he was still shocked. Until- A wave of calm infiltrated his mind and soul. He felt strong enough to answer- "You are…." I didn't know how to quantify such a thing.. but… if I were to use a word.. it would be- "perfect… beautiful… pretty…" Yes. It would be an understatement to call it anything else. A being like Chaos, who is the personification of the primordial void. If there was anything perfect, it would be Him. Paying closer attention to his appearance, the closest thing Chaos has to "normal" in his appearance is his human head and torso. Bat wings are on his back and in the middle of his chest is a red stone. A large, ruby eye is on his forehead, and in that eye itself, two smaller eyes can be seen. His face was androgynous, and impossible to tell male from female. He had long hair tied in a silvery white ponytail with pink and gold streaks, which was adorned with a golden halo and burgundy flowers.
After my words, it seemed like they were satisfied.
「You certainly know how to flatter, My little demigod… but tell me… what do you intend to do now? You are dead, with no one to connect with or reincarnate back into your world, but still… I can't feel a being with as much connection to chaos as you, after all, you came to this place alone… I haven't felt that since Typhon, but he in turn was too bestial for such a connection to occur. But you are very pure… tell me, could you give me the pleasure Of meeting you?」
Chaos seemed like a child who had won his long-lost toy, I didn't understand what connection I had with Typhon, but I was still curious.
"Why… why ask permission?"
「Well, it would be boring to simply see your entire destiny, I like surprises. After all, everything was created by something involuntary. Everything is more fun when it is unexpected. In this regard, my descendants and I disagree. So… what do you think of a little gift? My little chaos~」
"G-gift?" He questioned.
「Yes~ I will give you a second chance at life~ but in return, you will be my little "sensor", a tiny herald, your job will be to bring turbulence and order through chaos to my empty-headed descendants!」 Chaos commented While smiling sweetly, his hands molding something translucent white In his palms
"W-wait! How will I do that?" I couldn't help but ask.
「Now, living of course~ and I have already found a perfect vessel~ now, enjoy your new life and my gifts, my little minotaur~」 Chaos finished his request, while throwing the orb until it hit his chest.
Right after that, he felt his being slowly reshaping itself and his consciousness fading, but the phrase kept repeating in his head.
"W-wait? M-minotaur? L-Like in the legends?"
「Fufufufu~ sure, my little Chaos, enjoy your new life and the changes~」
"W-WAIT! I-I DON'T WANT TO BE THE MINOTAUR—"
Any cry of Reluctance he had intended to let out was lost as his consciousness faded and his spirit vanished, leaving only the Primordial contented in his unchanging emptiness.
「Good luck, little chaos of Crete.」
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In a Greek kingdom in Crete, a prophetic birth was taking place, shaped by the primordial original itself.
The candlelight that adorned the spacious hall illuminated the woman who lay on a bed adorned with richly embroidered fabrics. Her face reflected agony and determination, while the hands of the servants and healers cleaned the humid air of the room and her body. The midwife, experienced and serene, addressed her with reassuring words.
"You are about to bring a new life into this world, strength my lady!"
The woman, between moans and deep breaths, responded with a determination that emanated from her strong-hearted essence.
"I can do it. I will do it."
The healers moved carefully, preparing herbs and offering subtle comfort. The servants, silent and attentive, adjusted the cloths for their queen.
As the contractions intensified, the woman sought strength in the words of the midwife and the firm support of the servant holding her hand. The glow of the candles cast dancing shadows on the walls, accompanying the birth of life as it unfolded.
"You are progressing well. Take a deep breath, Lady Pasiphae."
The woman, now recognized as Pasiphae, amidst the pain and the promise of something new, found solace in the words of the midwife. Her eyes sought those of each present, sharing a silent understanding.
As the last waves of pain dissipated, a soft cry broke the silence, echoing the promise of new life. A collective sigh of relief filled the room, and smiles spread like rays of sunshine after a storm among the servants.
"Congratulations. You have brought a unique light to this-MONSTER?!"
The Midwife cried out upon seeing the child in her arms.
It was a tanned brown-skinned child with alabaster horns sprouting from his head and black eyes with scarlet pupils. A cold face could be seen on his face with tears silently streaming down his face. The midwife could only tremble at the sight of him.
"B-bring my son to me!" Pasiphae pleaded in pain.
The midwife, quickly obeying the queen, gave her the monstrous baby in her arms, prepared to hear the screams and indignation.
However, the unexpected happened.
"My baby...my little boy~" lovingly, the mother delicately ran her fingers over the newborn's face, tracing his eyes and horns lovingly, with a knowing glint in her eyes, she murmured: "My little Prince...beautiful just like his father...his name will be Asterius...my little Prince Asterius.."
As this happened, Asteirus' mind screamed in indignation at the Primordial being thrown here, into a cursed world...he was so unlucky!
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It didn't take long for them to notice the strangeness of the queen's new son.
In addition to the inhuman characteristics that NOBODY dared to question the queen about, the baby never cried, he was quiet and silent, frighteningly so, he always kept an impassive look on his face.
His mother was the only one who breastfed him, as no servant had the courage to let the little hybrid baby with fangs bite her breasts, although the queen didn't seem to care about the teeth marks that were left on his areolas.
She was always seen singing, laughing or hugging and cuddling her youngest.
The other siblings also adored him, despite his impassive personality, everyone tried to cheer the little one up.
Except his "father".
Since his birth, Minus had not hidden his disdain for the baby, a symbol of his curse, but he did not dare to speak in the presence of his witch wife, he would like to avoid a new curse.
But everyone could see that little Asterius understood more than he should as a newborn.
A newborn baby should not look at others with such suspicion…
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"Hmm, Humm~~"
In her little son's room, Pasiphae could be seen humming as she rocked the little bundle gently, while he suckled on her voluptuous breasts.
The Queen was a perfect image of a model bride.
She had long, silky golden hair that fell to the floor with her royal diadem adorning it, her exotic pride, green eyes like rare emeralds and immaculate white skin. Her body was voluptuous and hourglass-shaped, boasting wide, fertile hips, a testament to her fertility, a large, round butt on her back, thick, smooth legs, and lastly, the part that her little son loved the most, her large milk jugs, full breasts almost as big as the heads of grown men, with rigid pink nipples that now fed her baby.
If she had one complaint, it would be that with her mature age, her breasts were no longer as firm as before, but they were no less attractive, as they were soft and with smooth, clean skin.
"Take my dear Ast~ drink as much as you want and grow strong for mommy~"
There was no way for the Queen to express her love for her son, other than dedicating her entire body and soul to him.
"Fufufu~ my Husband thinks you were a curse, my son~, but do you know what mommy thinks?" Pasiphae spoke as if the newborn could answer her, but her attentive eyes demonstrated Intelligence beyond human. "You are my blessing~ my little star, MY Asterios~ grow up my little one, grow up, And claim your place In the world, take everything that is rightfully yours…even myself, if you want~ FUFUFUFU~"
And it was with such a psychotic speech of a crazy lover, that Asterius' eyes closed and the hybrid rested once more, letting himself fall into the valleys of his mother's soft breasts and falling asleep…