I Can Only Please One Person a Day [O]

Centuries had passed by, while all he could do was wait. Wait for when he was released once more into the world. All he could do was wait, the years passing without this creature knowing just how long he had been caged. Humans, they were smart creatures, caging him like so. What was this magic that bound him to this place, to this hidden crypt. They knew that he could not die, only slowed down, never truly dead, never satisfied. The world was a buffet, every human, young to old, they were all feeding him. Their anger, rage, as long as there was violence in the world he would live. They named him Chaos, bringer of death and devourer of souls.

He had tasted many souls in his day, only releasing a few each centuries when commanded by the three. Chaos did not need these souls, he was just a vessel, made to carry these essence of life until they were needed by the three. They may not have control over him, but he needed them, they gave him what the humans would call fun. The three marked certain humans, ones who's lives needed to end in a certain, way. Chaos, was no normal creature of flesh and bone, no, he was more. He made things happen, his breath could feed hatred, his bark could generate fear into the brave. Yet he was trapped, his mistress left him, his creator rejected him and the three forgot about him. Being a beast that could not die was tiring and fairly uneventful while in a cage. He needed freedom, he could feel the links as they started to connect to the past. What was the Master and Mistress up to? Was there a new plan underway? Was he a part of it?

Just in that moment of thought a small ball of light passed the bars of his cage and landed on his nose. The light ball shared a warmth that normally could not be felt by Chaos, but even this heat he could feel. His mistress was calling, his freedom finally here, though the reason was unclear. His prison shattered into pieces and the darkness faded around him, reveling a room. He would never return, this place built by humans, he hated it, it must be destroyed. Choas shook, in the way a dog would shake off water. The room shook, the walls cracked and the ceiling began to fall. He needed more power, the ball became his first victim in centuries. His fangs covered the light, enveloping it with his darkness. A gift with a message, he was to hunt and this gift would give him the power to do so. As debris fell they did not touch him, a barrier protected him, he was ready.

The years had not been kind, finding the hurt to be harder then expected. Time was a funny thing, Chaos did not age, and yet because of time his powers were weaken, some even missing. Now free he would make finding his powers his top mission, but first. He moved slowly, weaving through the crowd of humans. Most moved out of his way, others bumped right into him. He tried to growl, but had no voice, another thing he would need to find. Finally, his target was close, very close. Without any of his offensive powers he would have to do this job messy, but it would still be fun. He rushed in, his size only half of what he used to be, no bigger then the average doberman canine. He looked like one too, except his eyes were a dull red.

The screams were quick to reach his ears, but they did not stop him from his task. There, that boy standing next to the women, he was the target. His Claiming had been too early, or too late, Chaos did not care, all he knew was that this man had been marked. Fangs at the ready the canine like creature pounced on the young man and let his fangs sink into the back of the male's neck. As the warm blood squirted into his mouth he raked his long claws along Theo's back. The kill was quick, but still messy, yet he had gotten the result he wanted. As the boy slipped into the point between life and death, Chaos' eyes glowed an eerie red. The deed was done, he breathed in deep, ripping the essence of the Air Kingdom from the man's now dying corpse.

He watched the female before him, he was still weak and did not want her to be of any trouble for him. Now with the power of Air once again a part of his being he took a second breath, and then growled low. His power of binding once again returned to him, it would not last long though. The women would probably still for only a moment, maybe think it was due to shock or fear. That was a moment too long, Chaos glared into her soul, he would come back for her one day. After all, she smelled delicious. The beast leap off the discarded body and made for the exit, the air around his body shook, and then he was gone.