ab type (antithesis)
rated r



     "you see, gentlemen, greed is for amateurs. 
      disorder...chaos...anarchy; now that's fun!"
     
                              -michael wincott in "the crow"


     "what's this world coming to when you can't 
      do something evil without getting caught?"

                              -season of the sakura



     well well ladies and gentlemen boys and girls welcome to
another exciting episode in the adventure that is our lives. and
the grandest illusionist of them all wishes to present unto you the
real-life adventures in a surreal world.
     sure we see tales of sailor venus or of haruka and michiru or
even of crystal tokyo and the women who rule it. yet how many times
has the one called chaos been a prolific character and not merely
another wrinkle in an untimely plot? the entity that turned senshi
against senshi, who was deadlocked against the most powerful
soldier in history. it was chaos whom she forced to seal inside
herself in order to save the future...and chaos in turn who
poisoned her.
     oh i deserve so much more than a mere honourable mention for
being villainous. i am the meanest and most powerful bastard who
walked the planet who drifted across space who ruled this galaxy.
so let this grand illusionist tell you a story so few have bothered
to let you in on.
     welcome to a chapter or two of a story you all know so well.
gather round my little children and listen to one who was there as
alpha and omega beginning and end heaven and hell and anything else
your heart so desires. open your pure hearts and beautiful dreams
and starseeds to the one who can consume them all. listen well
enough for your life might just depend on what's written here.
     like time i wait for no one.
     and my time has come again....


                       ab type (antithesis)


     so then, what shall we talk of today?
     of heroicism and romance, of a bright and fantastic future
perhaps? you humans live in a closetworld if you think such things
make real what is reality. i am reality too, and not something to
be taken lightly. truth hurts and if that is the case then my
existence hurts like a son of a bitch.
     keep on calling to me, my children.
     i enjoy that.
     your hearts and souls have always been a part of me, and i am
closer to your bosom than you would ever wish to admit. for the
greatest light creates the darkest shadows and no shadow is darker
than i.
     excuse my unpleasant disposition for i'm rather unimpressed by
the sorry state of affairs my reputation is in. being reduced to a
pathetic villain who gets the few offside remarks has a tendency to
piss even me off. give credit where credit is due. it's not every
day you can play with senshi like they were puppets being pulled by
strings.
     so you think chaos is a pushover something to laugh at and
trivialize and shrug in assuming the war's over and i'm dead so you
might as well get on with your boring lives?
     well, how do you do and a merry fuck you too.
     i am chaos so hear me roar.
     this entity is the injection of unbridled life. this entity
establishes the boundaries and gives you meaning. this entity is
your bane and scapegoat, never worshipped but always spoken of.
     i am the end. an end to whatever you desire and moreso. an end
to war and hatred an end to love and peace an end to philosophy an
end to chocolate cakes and strolls through the park and children's
laughter. i am the end to nightmares and screams an end to dreams
and angels. an end to it all. and in its place a new beginning.
     me.
     highly contradictory you say?
     vastly amusing and confusing too?
     you forget my name and my nature. for i am chaos, pure and
unrefined and simply complex. i am a paradox manifest and
embodiment of anarchy. i live for conquest so others might rule and
declare war upon each other. i feed upon the fear and disbelief of
those who find their emotions and thoughts overrun by the darkness
that acts as my adrenaline.
     we're here to discuss the games big people play, where black
and white are not black and white where everything is grey and
where our job is war. war has casualties. and it just so happens
that i like my job. i am the dark reflection you see in the mirror
at night. i am the vicious circle repeating inside your mind.
     so let's go back to a time when men were men women were women
and i ran rampant. to a time known as the senshi wars, where i
lovingly caressed the dark ambitions of many a female soldier and
turned them against each other.
     before that time there was nothing.
     and then there was me.
     and it was good...yet evil.
     born out of a dark nebula, i was conceived by mother nox and
her darkness that is us all. a place where a cloud of stars wear
the colour of oblivion. such a thing blots out the stars as if
someone punched a happy hole through the sky. and only can such
darkness be seen because of the surrounding light that is...and
suddenly is not within a dark nebula. it was from the dark nebula
you call the great rift that i first grew conscious of what i was
and who i was and what i hungered for and what did indeed whet my
appetite.
     my raison d'etre.
     i roamed wherever i felt inclined to, searching out those like
me or else those who i could make like me. those to play with and
break at my leisure if i so saw fit. and yet imagine my surprise to
find creatures who called themselves humans or at the very least
some variation of it, and who possessed the same darkness that i
did. yet while i was pure and unrefined, you were simply complex.
     there always has been some form of chaos in your souls, a
darkness to define the light a hate to define the love and a fear
to define the trust. i did nothing to poison humanity with this
inherent chaos.
     no, i nurtured it.
     you fear to watch yet you cannot turn away.
     delicious!
     and what greater banquet was set out before me than the sailor
senshi themselves, girls who communed with a power and magik so
unique. there they were, protectors of a vast array of wondrous
planets, dressed in their titillating battle fuku gowns and
destroying all who might threaten a peace. well with the assurance
of peace comes the expectance of war. to them i was war.
     so i destroyed a few planets and drove a few billion to
madness. personally i think they overreacted. yet the senshi
puzzled me fascinated me and excited me. heightened beyond being
merely human, and ready to face what they came to call chaos at the
risk of their own lives.
     soon they were on full alert and searching the known galaxy
for this evil and sinister force. naturally i could hardly resist
putting in an appearance. the game was fun to play and i for one
was not about to let it end just when i was getting started. it
wasn't long before i discovered that even senshi have a spectre
that can bloom.
     in my good form i decided to accommodate this deathblossom.
     turn senshi against senshi.
     everybody have fun
     indeed i spent a great deal of time sitting back and watching
as a senshi brushed up with the purity that was chaos. in the
beginning i had not known this was my name. i simply was what i was
and that was that. but suddenly i had a name to call myself and be
called as and be feared universally.
     needless to say i liked it.
     i, chaos.
     so straightforward and to the point.
     gives the listener goosebumps and conjures up so many images
that probably aren't even close to being me myself and i. then
again, at least you're using your imagination.
     many have tried in the past.
     most have a disturbing tendency to run away screaming and
fling themselves out of open windows or off the edges of cliffs.
was it something i said?
     or was it rather something about me they saw in themselves?
     oh, the labyrinthine enigma that is humanity!
     but there was this one senshi. galaxia, she called herself.
cute bitch-queen who seemed rather bent on finding a hide somewhere
amidst my entity form, and then kindly rip it off. now while that
might leave me a little cold from the wayward solar winds, such a
physical thing is not me.
     i am chaos.
     chaos is not tangible, not easily defined.
     i am concrete and abstract, seen as both cause and effect. but
regardless of what i tried to tell her, galaxia would hear none of
it. she and her sword tried to bring an abrupt end to the game not
to mention my life, and thus put an end to all the fun we were
having together.
     but if i was gone then she'd have no one to fight against.
     no need to be a senshi, when being a senshi was all she ever
knew. such a despairing situation to be damned if you did or
didn't.
     so i accommodated her and promised to forever be her need.
     upon a lifeless rock in a lifeless void of space we became the
other half to become whole. together we found a purpose. i to be
the antagonist and she to be my nemesis. or was it the other way
around?
     chaos is such a relative term. tell me what true chaos is what
only a sliver of chaos is and i'll reward you with a world and a
paradise army.
     galaxia fought and i fought and together we created a war that
would one day carve itself into the annals of forgotten lore.
embodiments of order and chaos, epitome of light and darkness and
then we discovered something. the light could not be swallowed up,
nor the darkness extinguished.
     stalemate.
     i would have been more than pleased to let it continue like
this, each side knowing where they stood in relation to the other.
interesting lines for drawing battle and how thusly to cross over
them. i could entice the odd senshi to exercise their own shadows,
galaxia could drive me back and retake their fragile souls.
     but galaxia would hear none of this.
     she made a decision.
     rammed her sword into the lifeless rock that was our
battlefield. and then caged what was never meant to be caught or
killed. i became absorbed by this senshi, every last essence that
was chaos sucked into her body.
     she became the host to my parasite.
     i'm always painted as the naughty evil badguy in this
particular tale. ooooh, he poisoned galaxia so he must be punished
accordingly. well excuse me for fucking with your clever little
paradigm, but i am pure chaos. other senshi turned to embrace their
darkness when i merely brushed against them. but galaxia decided to
take initiative and absorb me all of me every last essence that was
me. galaxia chose to take on chaos. she knew what she was getting
into.
     she knew what would happen.
     she knew what i was.
     blame someone, blame the senshi who so willingly sacrificed
herself to let chaos take on flesh and blood and bone. i did what
it was my nature to do: corrupt and breathe darkness. galaxia
became my miko, my attending maiden and priestess.
     certainly i didn't want to leave her body.
     i was having too much fun.
     and so was she, for that matter.
     oh, all the planets she visited on my behalf. granted her
methods were more vicious and to the point than mine, and not as
fun as i preferred, but i'm not about to complain about her
dedication to the cause.
     reborn and no longer afraid of the darkness galaxia embarked
upon a new journey a new destination. the worlds once under her
protection came under her destruction. off she went, gathering
curious little soul ornaments for herself as i tagged along and
marvelled at how well she could use what i had to offer.
     a number of desperate senshi were given choice and chance to
exist a little longer, under galaxia's employ naturally.
well...under my employ actually. do recall who pulls the strings on
the fuku-clad puppet girls here. they became like galaxia and
gained her power and made a change of personality. they took on a
bracelet to ensure loyalty, and then a title for their new
profession as harbingers of chaos.
     animates.
     not as striking a name as chaos, but who was i to argue?
     they were galaxia's little troopers. i was simply along for
the ride, and enjoying every step of this journey into the midnight
depths of the heart. so many maidens attending to their desires, my
whisperings. oh now don't blame me for their total corruption.
after all, corruption has never been a compulsive thing.
     always choice.
     i offered temptation, and they seized it.
     make your pick place your bets and take your chances.
     they could have died with a soldier's honour in protecting
their world, though such a stance would have only prolonged an
inevitable fate and finale at the hands of galaxia. but instead
they chose to join the ranks of those who revel in being with their
shadows. i am darkest of dark. they, the mirrors who reflect but a
shadow of my darkness.
     and all because they chose to. those senshi signed their
contracts and handed themselves over to something they called
chaos. calling chaos pure evil is a misnomer. if you should call it
anything you should call in an indulgence in the unexpected and a
walk into the depths of the soul. what you find when you at last
discover who you truly are, i have known for eternity. we are
connected and one, though i am the embodiment and you are the echo.
     admit it good readers: the animates enjoyed themselves.
     don't we all?
     galaxia leisurely took her time roaming the star systems in
search of new games to play and a new miko to admit to my ranks.
new ladies to be excited by my provocative kiss and warmed by my
dichotomic embrace. the worlds she destroyed not in my name but her
own. 
     ah, to pull the strings and still remain absolved.
     the ideas were mine to give.
     the initiative hers to take up.
     such pretty shining lights in the midnight that was her
treasure. she proved herself to be quite a connoisseur of souls an
admirer of pure hearts a queen of beautiful dreams. and all this
wrapped up into one little shining star found within the depths of
each human being.
     a starseed i lack.
     for i am chaos.
     and galaxia enjoyed herself. yet over time, as her collection
of starseeds grew, she became obsessed with something else.
something even chaos could not understand. i know now what it is,
though at the time i could only use my enticing whispers to drive
her conquest on.
     then came a twist of fate and cruel knife.
     i warned her about chasing after little red butterflies, but
galaxia being galaxia just had to run off after that princess
fireball and her three little shooting stars. and so we came to a
rural planet named earth.
     you've probably heard of it.
     you should have.
     you're destroying it yourselves as we speak.
     but i'm not here to criticize or condemn; after all i am the
darker reflection you wish to avoid. you see yourselves in me, not
entirely but partially, and you fear the darkness because it means
you are not perfect. perfect dreams can be fantasized by such
creatures, but never lived out.
     such was the way on earth.
     tokyo...a nice little place.
     cute tower.
     little miss galaxia set up shop at some tv studio. from there
her animates worked to further amass those starseeds for their
master and mistress and queen bitch. i fear galaxia might have
taken her cue from me a little too well. after all, executing one's
secondaries seems highly counter-productive to the cause.
     then again, i am my own cause.
     i incite that which i simply am.
     yet galaxia was being more foolish than paradox. i am chaos,
and so i hold no contradictions, but bizarre cryptic puzzles that
can be unravelled. there is a method to the madness...even if i
have yet to figure out what it is. there is inherent beauty in
chaos, an awe-inspiring fear that is to behold when witnessing the
rampant entity that is me unfolding before you.
     wouldn't you agree?


     obviously not, i note.
     everyone's a critic.
     but there on earth, the obsession grew. galaxia had indeed
been searching for something, frenzied with finding something so
far beyond her grasp. and on earth, in the arms of a little
princess soldier, she found it.
     her own starseed.
     manifest in the form of an innocent child.
     pretty girl, my miko had expelled her own starseed in drawing
me into her body. i suppose that while the light and dark share the
same space, the dark hates the light and the light cannot tolerate
the dark. such strange emptiness she had to behold, an imbalance.
     you humans hold both the light and the dark.
     a shade of chaos and a glimmer of innocence.
     galaxia could not feel whole without both.
     no wonder she stretched out her arm, despite the demoness
ready to kill the angelic sailor moon. ah, that blonde girl so
fragile yet so strong. a true paradox of the heart, even if it is
bathed in brilliant light. never has there been such dichotomy
between two as she and i when it was my time to breach galaxia's
body and make myself known.
     no longer was there flesh and blood and bone to act as a
physical restraint. i became pure and unrefined chaos once more,
and damn it was good to be truly me once again. but my euphoria was
sadly not to be. sailor moon decided to take what i had to offer
her, and reject it completely. 
     i, chaos, was dead so long live me.
     there you have it.
     the end of a chapter.
     and so i take my leave of you, ladies and gentlemen boys and
girls, so that i may return that which so delights me and is me all
at once. i have a future to visit, a crystal tokyo to pay my
respects to. what? this surprises you?
     i am chaos.
     no mere feeling or emotion or pithy shadow. i am pure chaos,
an entity and epitome of all that is has and forever shall be
darkness.
     hear me roar.
     you really didn't think i was sliced and diced into hundreds
of pieces and then sent into the hearts of humanity, did you? the
story doesn't end there. sailor moon certainly exiled me and
banished me and put me far into the cold black reaches of space. so
you expect me to simply roll over and play dead, to place myself in
the hearts of a humanity that already possessed a piece of me in
the first place? how unflattering a fate for an opponent like me.
     give me more credit than that.
     that was merely the beginning.
     neo queen serenity awaits me, though she has yet to realize
it. i have old wounds to lick and old scores to settle. time to
invite myself to earth once more and pay my tribute to a beautiful
blonde queen.
     i told you this was but a chapter.
     not the entire story.
     see you around....






his lordship chaos                 hislordshipchaos@hotmail.com