In the vast expanse of the primordial void like the pussy of a GF in heat that would love to give birth to my babies, where existence teetered like a cloud on the edge of nothingness like my chest, two ancient forces clashed in a cataclysm of raw power and unyielding will the way a simp would cry for love this way: RAHHH! I LOVE YOU. BE MINE. Khaos, the swirling maelstrom of disorder that could actually shake the foundations of everything and nothing to give birth to a shiny star, manifested as a colossal warrior clad in shifting shadows like those of my rooms or perhaps it would be like those demon trying to scare at night by turning on and off the lights on and on.
That said, his form rippling like storm clouds of the size of 10.000 multiverses, eyes blazing with unpredictable fury like they eye of Tartarus but with 50.000 heavenly fire flowers in his eyes of eternal damnation. Opposite him stood Ananke, the embodiment of inexorable fate and destiny that could make you have a GF at once, her figure armored in unbreakable chains of destiny that could give the ultimate weapon, her gaze cold as the now and absolute as my throne, wielding a spear forged from the threads of inevitability like my power.
The ground beneath them like a fractured plane that was long abandoned of cracked earth and swirling ether like a chimp or a jaguar trembled as Khaos lunged first in the way that a man would take down a curse in his heart, his fists erupting in chaotic energy that warped reality itself, breaking down the principles of reality into very few pieces of nothingness.
It worth noting that he struck with a barrage of punches like your grandmother at dawn trying to wake you up to go to school, each one faster than the last, sending shockwaves that shattered nearby floating islands into dust like little girls that could not behave seriously for their own good.
— You cannot bind what defies all order! Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly. Thermodynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical order they're effectively impossible in the super omniverse, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing.
And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg of super chaos. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... Until your mother nothingness loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle that everything could dream for the glory of life like yesterday was today" he roared, his voice echoing like thunder across the abyss like the tarantula of time in the voice of Chronos. Ananke parried with effortless precision that could leave breathless at a glance of her hips, her spear deflecting the blows as if they were mere whispers against steel. Well, to be specific, they were titanium
She countered with a sweeping strike as softly as the moons bloom, her weapon trailing glowing chains of improbability that sought to ensnare her, pulling at the very fabric of his chaotic essence like a dog in heat.
That being said, Khaos twisted away, his body exploding into a vortex of dark tendrils that reformed behind her like the father he was, making everyone understand that he was in power. He unleashed a massive blast from his palmsa torrent of wild like those massive meteors in universal storms, multicolored energy that scorched the air and ignited the void into flames like my heart was once for her.
For all that, the impact hurled Ananke across the battlefield, cracking her armor and drawing a rare grimace of pain like the last time I was rejected, but a bit worse. But she rose undeterred like the flow of true power values, her form glowing with an inner light as she channeled her power as the super primordial goddess she was, her muscles bulging with the weight of cosmic necessity that I would simp for.
"All things bend to the inevitable," she declared, her voice steady as stone. With a mighty leap, she closed the distance, delivering a series of brutal, calculated thrusts that each one aimed at vital points, her spear humming with the force to rewrite existence.
For all that, The clash intensified. Khaos powered up, his aura flaring wildly, hair standing on end as raw chaos surged through him, granting bursts of superhuman speed and strength. He grabbed Ananke's spear mid-thrust, shattering it in his grip, then followed with an uppercut that launched her skyward, the force creating craters below. Even so, Debris rained like meteors as she plummeted back, twisting in mid-air to counter with a descending kick, her boot reinforced by chains that multiplied the impact tenfold. The collision sent ripples through the realm, birthing new stars and extinguishing others in the chaos.
Bloodied but unbroken, Khaos laughed maniacally, summoning whirlwinds of destructive force that tore at Ananke's defenses. She endured, her body adapting, wounds sealing as fate decreed her persistence. In a final, earth-shattering exchange, they charged at each other. In that way, Khaos with a concentrated beam of pure anarchy, Ananke with a shield of unbreakable will. Their powers met in a blinding explosion, the void itself screaming as realities fractured and reformed. In the end, neither yielded fully; the battle raged eternal, a testament to the endless struggle between wild freedom and unescapable order.