Darkness shrouded the temple—the shadows curling around the tiles like an endless void. All of the Gods could sense it—the loss. The Chaos. It had only been a year, in mortal terms, since Raelzaroth was exiled. Everyone thought it would put an end to his madness—everyone thought that Order could fix all of this, like how she fixes everything.
"Maekriel," Aeriollis whispered to the Sun next to her—her eyes fixed solely on the ceiling of their room. The Sun in turn faced towards her wife, Order. The latter continued hoarsely. "I miss my brother." She lamented, her face twisting as if in pain.
"Raelzaroth has caused more harm than good, Aeriollis. I wish you could see that I did this to protect us. To protect you."
There was a pause—momentary but significant. Aeriollis did not have to say a word—they both knew that Maekriel's words were hollow. Who could have thought that banishing Chaos would only cause havoc. Order hissed bitterly, turning to face her wife. "I have heard Chariot has gotten diseased. No longer can ze deliver the messages between god and mortal— I fear-"
"My love," The Sun soothed, her voice warm and velvety—her eyes soft. "Seize your worries for it will all fall into place; I will make sure of it. We just... I just need to find a way to contain his core so it spreads this curse no further." Aeriollis shook her head gently before looking back up at the dark ceiling.
"I worry for him, Raelzaroth—despite our differences—is my brother. Fate knows his dogs miss him," Order murmured into the air, gently closing her eyes. "I... Even though he was exiled from our realm—It is as if he is still here-" Her voice became broken with emotion, tears pooling in the closed corners of her eyes.
"Getting rid of Chaos seemed to have only caused more damage and havoc—I fear that my choice was the wrong one—for what good of a god and a sister am I to have tossed away my own kin?"