Ouranos moved through the heavens, sensing and pushing out bits of Khaos’s power. It felt good to be busy. It felt good to have purpose. It felt good to be useful. Gaia’s monsters were useless. They were nothing compared to what he could do to protect her. He felt he had been tricked into making them with her. He enjoyed her touch and she seemed to know how to use it to get her way.
He didn’t like it.
Why had she been so set on creating creatures which could do nothing to protect her from Khaos? At one touch from him, they would easily come undone. No matter how many arms or heads or eyes.
Didn’t she know he was strong enough? Didn’t she trust him?
He felt Khaos on the far side of the earth, pushing through new bits of disorder. Ouranos stayed focused on his task. There were plenty of strands to clear out where he was.
He was glad he’d chosen to surround Gaia. He didn’t feel any regret. But he wondered if Khaos was as big of a threat as Gaia believed. It seemed she would do anything to protect her creations.
He continued working, following a small trail of disorganized power. It was fascinating the way his elements interacted with it. They were spread out enough that the disorder was not all that disruptive. His elements were already free to roam for the most part and still maintain their purpose. They weren’t packed in so tightly. They weren’t held to the same rigid forms of the earth.
He liked his heavens. It felt like the perfect balance between order and disorder, free form and organization. Wouldn’t the earth be better if it worked with a similar balance?
“Why do you care for her?” Khaos asked.
Ouranos hadn’t noticed he’d worked his way close enough to where Khaos was.
“She is better than the void,” Ouranos said, pushing out another bit of disorder.
“Nothing is better than the void,” Khaos said, looking over the earth. “Look at this mess. There are so many others. They are constantly doing and making and messing things. It was perfect before all of these others came. Look at what they are doing. It is not good. Would it not be better if there were fewer of them?”
“There are too many,” Ouranos agreed.
“Would it not be better if you could go back to the way it was before?”
“There is no way to go back to the way it was before,” Ouranos said, still clearing the heavens.
“Oh, but there is,” Khaos said. “Let my touch get through. I could undo them.”
“Gaia would not like that,” Ouranos said, pushing more out.
“It will only get worse. She will continue creating. She will never have enough. She will always want more. She will create and create until she has drained all of your power. They will reduce the size of your heavens.”
Ouranos stopped his work and frowned. “Creation is not like that.”
“It is,” Khaos said. “You were not here in the beginning. You do not know. Creation takes, it changes, it uses. She will take and change and use whatever she needs for her creations. The void? It takes nothing. It needs nothing. It is nothing.”
Ouranos thought for a moment. “We will stop creating.”
“It will not work,” Khaos said. “There is still another problem.”
“What is that?”
“Your creations are also creators. You may stop, but they will not. They will create things too. From the darkness of the void came Erebos and Nyx. They were not supposed to create. They were supposed to be like me. But Nyx wanted to be like Gaia. She wanted to create. Together they made Aether and Hemera. Surely your creations will want to do the same. Each new creator will create more creators until it grows beyond what the earth can handle.”
Ouranos was quiet as he surveyed the busy energy beneath his heavens.
“This is a problem I had not understood. What can I do to make them stop?”
“Let me through. I will undo them.”
“Gaia would not want that. She would want to stop you.”
“You’re stronger than all of them,” Khaos said. “You could force her. You could force them all.”
Ouranos frowned. “They would not like that.”
“They might not like it at first,” Khaos agreed. “But it is what will maintain the balance. It is what will preserve your power.”
Ouranos didn’t say anything.
“At the very least,” Khaos said, turning to move away, “you should let some of my power get through. It would help undo some of these creations. It would return some of that energy back to you, back to Gaia. I am the answer. The void is the answer. You know it is true.”
Ouranos watched Khaos as he floated away, still pushing some of his force into the heavens. He felt a little less motivated to push the destructive power out.
He surveyed his heavens. They were powerful and glorious. How long would it take these others to destroy it all?
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