Two sides of a coin

After Sic's first shift, he was exhausted. Cleaning up after people who were too out of it to understand what was happening was already a different type of hell, but also having to deal with people realizing he was from the dumps and treating him worse was also demoralizing.

But alas, it was going to have to make due. He promised Veil he would work for her.

Actually, he wasn't even working for her. It was her dad who owned the bar and paid them both. She was more like his manager than anything else.

After his shift, he walked to his room and laid on his bed. The reality finally fully hit him.

'Im really I'm the city. I have a job, and my own room, and a bed that's comfortable. I even have my own bathroom!'

As bad as his first shift was, he was happy.

He hoped he was making his parents proud. He had almost not memories of his father. Not because he left or anything, he was simply always away working to keep them from starving. He has many more memories of his mother. She was a kind, yet slightly menacing presence. She had dark hair and blue eyes just like Sic did. He vividly remember how exhausted she always looked, but she always tried to keep him happy.

He missed them, but he couldn't remember what had actually happened to them. No one else could, either. It made him sad to think about, and he found himself missing them once in awhile.

He was hoping that he was making them proud, finally making it out of the dumps.

Sic checked the clock. He still had an hour or two before he should probably sleep, so he decided to experiment with his abilities. He didn't have the chance to use them since waking up from that dream with Chaos.

Speaking of..

Chaos still has not returned. He has thought about many different things that could've happened. Maybe he was still stuck inside his dream? Sic hadn't been able to dream since that day, so he didn't know if that was possible or not. Another theory he has was that Chaos had simply escaped his head. He didn't know how, but it seemed slightly possible.

After contemplating Chaos one more time, he decided it was time to practice. He imagined a pocket knife and let the liquid assume the form. It was still significantly harder to keep materialized than before, but he still could. Swinging it around, he tried to stab a pillow that he had been given.

The knife broke on impact.

'What?!'

He tried it again, and the same thing happened.

'This ability is horrible!'

Although the blue liquid seemed to be useless right now, he still had the other part of his ability.

His augmentation.

He focus on his fist, and felt it grow strong, but barely.

He could only feel the difference for a couple seconds, before it felt like It had before.

'that too?'

Why did he get stuck with such bad abilities?

Well, he was being harsh. They weren't bad abilities, but they started off unreasonably weak.

Sighing, he laid down in his bed and continued to manifest his knife. After an hour or so, he has practiced enough for it to be summoned quickly, and with little strain. It was still too weak to really hurt anything, but he was okay with his progress. After closing his eyes, he drifted back to sleep.

***

Chaos was tired.

At first, he saw this journey as merely annoying at most. So what if he had to walk for a couple days straight, fighting monsters beyond comprehension? It wouldn't be the first time.

But this was different. It seemed like everything knew exactly where he was. No matter how quiet he was, or how much he tried avoiding things, they always found him. By this point, he had killed all the monsters that were within his ability to kill. He just had to run from anything that found him now.

He had been very lucky so far. Nothing had caught him yet.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, or how long it would take for him to finally get to his brother's castle.

He was starting to suspect what was really going on.

Demons were born to be nothing more than pets. The gods had gotten bored, humans were too weak to keep as pets, and other gods were out of the question. So they made their own pets.

Chaos was one of the first ones made, and after committing a sin and harming a god, they used as much power as possible to punish him and his siblings. He got the most extreme punishment, of course. He could no longer live among gods and was cast down to live with humans instead. His three brothers followed him of their own will, and they created their own castles to rule and live in.

Only his brother, light, had humans live in his castle. He was always so intrigued with humans. At least, until the biggest mistake ever was made.

When the first god was killed.

Chaos did not even want to think about what had happened. It was too traumatic of an experience to relieve twice.

Using the information he had, he came to the conclusion that the time he was experiencing was right before the god had been killed.

Other than having to live through the worst experience he ever had, he was worried about something else.

Who else had the power to do something like this? He had one person in mind. The higher god Ouroboros.

There were multiple subclasses of gods. There were demigods, who were half god and half human. there were lesser gods, who served a stronger god. Then, there were the equilibrium gods. Most people simply referred to these as 'the gods' but that was too large of a classification for only a single tier. The ones above that were called the higher gods. These were the ones who created and controlled the laws of the world. And finally, above them was a single being.

The Creator.

However, Chaos was more interested in the higher gods. They were unbelievably strong, and didn't have the time to mess around or even give out punishments. But this had to have been created by him.

It was as he was walking, tired and exhausted, that he finally realized where he was, and why the chains of the goddess never killed him.

The purpose of the chains inside Sic were to keep him somewhere.

And that somewhere,

Was the consciousness of the Higher god of time, Ouroboros.