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Son of Chaos Chapter 6: The birth of the beast

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The icy cold of the lake water sent chills resonating through every last nerve in Draco´s body. As he sank deeper and deeper, he felt the pressure grow stronger against his body. Draco began feeling sharp pains all across his body within the first 30 meters of his plunge. Keeping his eyes closed, he attempted to recall a joyful memory; he wanted something pleasant to carry with him to wherever he was going.
Draco had never given much thought to what came after life, but as he neared its edge, he couldn´t help but to feel some curiosity. Maybe it would be a peaceful rest after a life of suffering; perhaps the afterlife would be filled with an eternity of torment and pain- even more tortuous that the life he had just ended. Or maybe what followed was nothing except the cold embrace of darkness as farewell. The only sure thing was the slow death beforehand.
It wasn´t nearly as fast as he thought it would be. Draco soon came to regret his days of training to increase his lung capacity. Of course, he could simply inhale the frigid lake waters to end with all. But even under those circumstances, it seemed his basic survival instincts would stick with him until the end.
Draco became conscious of the tremors riddling his body from the hypothermic waters. In these agonizing final moments, time slowly crept by, making the wait even more painful. Even after Draco thought he had finally put an end to his suffering, it seemed that fate would have the last laugh. How much pain could a creature possibly endure?
The horrific sensation of drowning continued to grow, causing an intense feeling of dizziness. He also felt an incredible pressure in his chest, as though his lungs were being ripped from his fragile, mortal frame. Despite the conditions, Draco´s fading mind had not ceased its search for a final pleasant memory to cling to. Slowly, the image of Grey Weather materialized behind his eyelids. She was radiant, as she had always been; a warm smile was drawn in her visage and her eyes gave him a sense of security, just as they had always done. Another memory then abruptly shot through Draco´s mind. He couldn’t remember it exactly at first, after those two long years of emptiness and loneliness. His mind had tried to erase any trace of his past in the same way that a body builds scar tissue over its deepest wounds. But it had not fully succeeded.
Draco remembered the soft touch of the grass, how his mother came to take him home quickly but carefully, the soft way she reprimanded him for leaving the house, and what he had felt in that moment: the overwhelming shame, sadness, and culpability. He remembered how his mother dried his tears and smiled at him, forgiving him. How she said that everything would be alright- that someday the world would be ready for him.
A sad smile spread across his face as Draco recalled that moment. He now knew the truth; this was the end of the line.
Suddenly, Draco felt something he could only describe as a puff of cold air. Stunned, he opened his eyes only to find the thickest darkness that any being had ever witnessed.
Draco squinted in an attempt to make out even the tiniest hint of light, but it were as though the shadows surrounding him were omniscient. Suddenly, Draco noticed something. The drowning sensation- it was gone. Draco tried to take a whiff of air, but felt nothing. How was that even possible? There was neither air nor water, but he was still able to breathe. In fact, it seemed as though he did not need to breathe at all. He was… alive? Draco then realized the temperature of his new environment; he felt a cold sensation, but it was unlike any cold he had ever felt. It was an interior cold, as if there were frost on his very soul.
Draco knew that the water was gone, so he tried to advance. Groping his way through the thick darkness, Draco took a few steps forward. His freedom of movement made him realize that the liana that had connected him to the rock were gone along with the rock itself.
Leaving any behind any last hint of thought or reason, Draco began to run without knowing where to go or even where he was.  Fear had taken total control. Draco was alone in the dark depths of death, or so he thought.
Suddenly, a deep and sinister laugh burst out from all directions. After feeling that awful sound resonating through his head, Draco stood still, felling a chill move its way across his back and causing his hair to stand on end. Another laugh followed, but its essence now seemed to collect near the deepest shadows at the edge of Draco’s vision.
“Really? Drowning? What an affair. At least you didn´t hang,” a voice said, derisively.
Draco surprised his apparent companion in death by not reacting with fear or curiosity, but rage.
“Where are you?! Show yourself, you coward!”
“Oh, that has hurt my little heart. Do you want to make me cry?” The voice replied with an oddly cheerful tone.
“If you consider yourself so brave, then come out and face me!” he yelled in response, once again becoming consumed by his rage. On any other another occasion, Draco would have enjoyed such a conversation, since this disembodied voice somehow reminded him of himself. But not today. Not after all he had been through.
“Fine,” The voice responded with beaming confidence. “I have plenty of answers to put your little doubts to rest. Please, allow me to enlighten you.”
After pronouncing these words, the darkness that seemed to cover everything, or at least obscure his surroundings, suddenly vanished. Now Draco could contemplate where he was. Unfortunately for him, the place looked even more confusing with his sight restored. It appeared endless, surrounded by shifting shadows seemingly cast from all directions. The dark smoke was changing of form continually, but not in the way that smoke naturally disperses into the surrounding air; this smoke seemed to be somehow- alive. However, the strangest aspect of Draco’s new surroundings was that there were no sources of light, and yet he was still able to see.
Draco cast wary glances in all directions, trying to locate his mysterious host, but his brief search proved to be in vain.
“Well, Draco… It’s a pleasure to have you here. You can´t imagine how much I’ve been looking forward to finally meeting you in person.”
Before Draco could formulate any sort of response, he saw some of the shadows begin to emerge from the ground as they formed a strange silhouette. It stood upright and possessed two arms, two legs, a long body, and a head. While his form resembled that of some living creature, it was distinctly different; his figure reflected no visible light, his body was comprised of wavy smoke, especially behind his head, where it took the shape of a long and dark mane. All in all, his appearance gave the illusion of being a man. The only traits aside from his silhouette that gave resemblance to a living creature were two shining red points where his eyes would be and a grinning mouth that also fit his demeanor. Draco had never seen anything such as this.
The creature stared into Draco’s eyes, musing at each of his transparent emotions: Confusion, fear, and rage. After a few moments of complete silence, the entity began to speak.
“Oh, how rude I am! How is this any way to be treating my guest?” His words oozed innocence and kindness spiced with a underlying tones of malice. “Would you care for a drink, perhaps something to eat? You look exhausted.”
“No… thanks…” Draco answered with much hesitation and suspicion. “I want you to answer me. Who are you? Where are we? How did I arrive here?”
“Of course. It will be a pleasure to respond to all of your little doubts. I am a source of unlimited knowledge!” the being said with and incredibly potent tone. “First of all, allow me to introduce myself.”
The creature made a comic reverence and declared:
“I am Chaos, god of… well, I think that’s rather obvious. I´m in charge of all types of chaotic forces in this universe. From the grand events that resound through the cosmos and can end the lives of billions of beings to the smallest unexplainable occurrence, as well as that jumble of feelings that you mortals call “love”. But you understand that better than me. Don’t you, Draco?”
Draco stared at him with contempt- a feeling which then evolved into anger. Then Draco lunged against the divine entity only to pass through a thick cloud of smoke and fall to the cold and hard ground. As Draco lay on the ground, he heard that characteristic laugh behind him. While he climbed back up to his feet, Chaos said, still laughing, “Oh, boy, I can’t tell if that was either the bravest or the stupidest act I ever seen. I´ll opt for the latter. Now, Draco…”
The very moment that Draco was standing again, Chaos’s form expanded to a gigantic and intimidating height.
“I am a god, one of the two creators of the universe and the most powerful being you will ever know!” Chaos yelled in a loud and demonic voice. Then, pointing to Draco, who was now tiny before him, he continued, “Your fury bears no threat to me! Even if I were to let you touch my true essence, death would befall you simply from making contact with a being of my infinite power. I could kill you with only a gaze.”
Chaos returned to his normal height and moved his head forward with an inquisitive look.
“Understood?” Chaos asked, still angry, but not nearly as much as he had been just moments ago.
Draco was afraid and he no longer made any attempt to hide it. Draco nodded at Chaos and received an evil grin in reply.
Chaos wrapped an arm around Draco´s long neck while he gestured with the other to show the world around them.
“Now, to answer your second question: this is my reign of eternal chaos. Do you like it?” Chaos inquired with a charming smile. “I´ve decorated it especially for the occasion. You have no idea what a mess the place was before you arrived. Prior to my recent addition of some “order,” my home might have been a tad bit too dangerous for you. And although I love taking risks, I need you to be a secure bet.”
Chaos realized that he had been inadvertently tightening his grip around Draco´s neck, and he was squirming trying to escape. Upon noticing this, this he quickly let Draco go. Draco fell to the ground, grasping his collar from the pain.
“Come on now, don´t overact. What´s the worst that can happen to you? Dying? Oh, please, you´re already dead,” concluded Chaos in a harsh tone.
After hearing that, Draco immediately stared at Chaos in astonishment, not believing what he had just said.
“I am… I am dead?” Draco asked, unable to fully grasp the words that came from his own mouth. It was a question he intended to himself, but Chaos took the liberty of answering.
“Of course you are! What did you expect after committing suicide?” Chaos responded as if that revelation lacked any importance. Then, with no regard to Draco´s dismay, he continued explaining. “That brings me to question number three. I brought you here just after your death. It may sound wrong, but I was really looking forward to seeing your little soul squirming its way toward its final destination. All I had to do was to catch it and bring it here.”
“But… but…” Draco mumbled, unable to find the words.
Even after trying to kill himself, fate, disguised as a stupid clown, had appeared to deprive him of his eternal rest.
“Who are you calling “stupid clown,” eh?” Chaos yelled, angrily.
“What? How did you…?” Draco asked, as the surprises and mysteries continued to grow.
“God of unlimited powers. Hello?” Chaos said, somewhat aggravated. “I know that you died just a few minutes ago, but please, pay more attention!”
“If you know everything there is to know about me, then why do you keep on asking?” Draco asked with a harsh tone.
“It´s a matter of politeness. I don´t want to start this relationship on the wrong foot.” Chaos said, widening one of the points of his face. If he had eyebrows they would have bowed.
“Well, just another question,” Draco said, regaining his composure.
“More?” Chaos asked, beginning to lose his patience. “You´re really insatiable, aren´t you? Fine, just make it quick; we´ve got some issues to attend to.”
“I need to know this. I´ve been searching for a response to this my entire life: Why am I like this? Why am I this thing?
“Oh, yes!” Chaos yelled happily, eager to respond. “I really wanted to reach this topic, because it´s something that concerns the both of us. Draco, can you not see what you represent? All of those mixed parts, joined together, creating the perfect chaos within a living being.” Draco stared at him confusedly. “You are my legacy, Draco, a creature born to expand and create an era of chaos- an endless era for Equestria. No, much further than Equestria: in your entire world. Doesn´t that sound fun?”
Draco had remained numb to Chaos’s words. So, after all, it was true. He was fated to destruction… and chaos.
“Are you saying that since the moment I was born, this was to be my fate?” Draco asked as his voice burst out.
Chaos nodded. “Let me tell you a short tale, Draco.”
Draco stared at him with a look of dejection evident in his chaotic visage, wishing not to pronounce even the remotest word. Even if he wanted to, he didn´t know if he would have been able.
“Please, take a seat,” Chaos said while drawing forth a sofa from the very ground beneath them with but a single elegant gesture of his right hand. Along with the rest of their surroundings, the sofa was formed of darkness. Draco sat on it without uttering a single word or even making the smallest sound.
Chaos cracked his fingers, raised his hands theatrically, and produced a dazzling shine from them. Draco covered his eyes reflexively. When he removed his paw from his line of sight, he observed an enormous ring floating a few meters from the ground. The surfaces were transparent, but maintained a pale blue color. The circle was thick, with many different fringes. Each one contained a white symbol written in a language that Draco was unable to identify.
“Now, let the spectacle begin,” Chaos said with mischievous grin.
From the circle, an image started to emerge. Draco squinted, trying to identify what it represented. They were two silhouettes, one of them that he recognized and the other that he had never seen before.
Chaos coughed, not from a scratch in his throat, but to serve as a theatrical effect as he began to tell a story even more ancient than time itself.
“A long time ago, longer than you could ever dream of, before the universe existed, there was nothing. No! In fact, there was less than nothing. Even the simple concept of nothing didn´t exist. The only habitants of this lack of being were yours truly, and my sister, Harmony. She was rather boring, but I enjoyed her company. When we realized how boring it was in that incomprehensible silence, together, mixing the forces of order and chaos, we created the universe and everything it contains.” The circle represented each of those events exactly as they had happened.  “We contemplated our creation with fascination. There were so many things to do and see… Through the billions and billions of years, we tried to maintain the balance of the universe. Her order kept things safe from destruction and my chaos kept it safe from boringness. However, our priorities changed the day we discovered this planet and the creatures it contained.” The image changed to show many different species, from dragons, to griffons, to all sort of animals. Lastly, the mysterious circle showed an image of ponies. The three races appeared together in peace and harmony. “My sister and I were captivated by them, especially by the unicorns, whose powers reminded us of our own. It was quite amazing that those different forms of life had been born simply by chance. As time passed, we found that the rest of the universe had evolved in our absence. It looked as though it could manage itself; it no longer depended on us to function properly. It´s quite similar to what happens in your little world. The entirety of Equestria depends on the ponies who have to do everything in order for the world to function. The Sun and Moon don´t rise and set on their own, the seasons must be controlled by the pegasi, animals can´t take care of themselves… But a place you know very well, the so-called ‘Everfree Forest’ is independent. Everything works by itself. It is only a matter of time before the rest of the world follows in its footsteps. Well, now onto the main topic. That was a relief, honestly, because we were in love with those adorable little beings. But as time went by I started to feel displaced. Why? Because those ‘cute’ creatures were too delicate to handle my chaos. I had so many wonderful ideas, such clever witticisms, and they were all wasting. My sister always dissuaded me from trying anything. One day, I couldn´t take it anymore, and I decided to try things my own way. Well, I had actually done so a few times before. One of my favorites was once using a love potion on a prince and her princess, but that was nothing compared to what I was about to unleash. So, I sowed the seeds of confusion, evil, and of course, chaos.
“Discord…” muttered Draco.
“What?” asked Chaos, becoming annoyed by Draco’s persistent interrruptions.
“Those words are all the definition of discord.” Draco said, a little afraid of interrupting Chaos. In fact, he was really enjoying his story. He was probably the first living creature who had ever had the privilege of hearing it.
“Oh, silly old me.” Chaos said, laughing. “How ironic that I didn´t remember that wonderful concept. Well, if you please, let me continue.”
“Of course,” Draco affirmed in absolute sincerity.
“Well, where was I? Ah, of course. I thought that it would be funny to try a little change, so I planted the seeds of discord, and I must admit that I´m really proud of how things turned out,” Chaos resumed, emphasizing the word ‘discord.’ “All those races, now hating each other… How deliciously funny! The best part was when the Windigos, a race which feeds on rage, distrust, and envy, made their guest appearance and brought forth famine and cold, only causing more chaos.” The circle showed the arguments between the races of ponies, the appearance of the Windigos, and the arctic era. “I laughed so hard that I thought I might die! But then, of course, my sister decided to deprive me of my fun. She sent three ponies, one of each race, who appeased their leaders and enabled them to live in harmony once again.” The image then showed the reconciliation and creation of a new empire: Equestria.
“Wait a second…” Draco said thoughtfully. “I remember that. My mother told me about it! She was just a filly when all that happened. She told me of the hate of the races, the hunger, the cold, even the Windigos! She also explained the conditions of the reconciliation and the huge effort that it took to raise Equestria in a virgin land.”
In the midst of his enthusiasm, Draco noticed Chaos’s death stare. Draco gulped and shut his mouth. Chaos displayed a look of impatience and resumed telling his story.
“My fun was completely ruined. And after that, of course, Harmony wasn´t exactly cheerful. We argued for quite some time, and as an immortal being, I mean really long. She said that my actions were endangering the balance, and that I had no right to implement them on my own. I counter attacked, affirming that she was also interfering. I was right, of course. She realized that, so my sister decided that we could no longer intervene such that the ponies could make their own decisions and create their own lives and destinies. The so-called ‘free will.’ But something like this is much easier in theory than it turns out to be in practice. So she came to the conclusion that the best and most practical solution was to relinquish our powers. I suspected then, and I know for certain now, that that idea stemmed from her lack of trust in me. But she was right. I wanted chaos to reign over order. What can I say? It´s my nature. So I worked out a master plan. I told her that after we were gone, although the universe had proven to be self-sufficient, if something were to happen such that either of our elements lost control, there would be nothing that either of us could do but watch as our universe spiraled out of control. She agreed with me and decided to create tools that would serve to create and maintain chaos and order. But before we designed them, we needed somepony that we could trust to use them. We knew that this great amount of power could corrupt even the strongest minds, so we set forth to form specific hosts to use them. Harmony created the incarnation of order, the perfect union of the three species: the Alicorn. She already knew that some of the ponies’ legends talked of this mythic creature and knew that if it were born, ponies would undoubtedly trust him or her. In fact, she created two, just to be certain. I think you might already know them.” Draco felt his heart stop as those words left Chaos’s lips. However, he kept any trace of sadness or rage behind a stern mask. “And what did I do? I made you.”
Draco could no longer hide his emotions as a feeling of surprise filled his entire being.
“What have you just said?” Draco asked, stunned.
“You know exactly what you heard, son,” Chaos responded as a malicious smile spread across his shadowy face.
Draco was about to ask another question when Chaos disspelled it with a gesture of his hand.
“You´ll have time for questions later, but I´m sure that if you listen to the end of my story, all your doubts and concerns will be gone.”
Draco obeyed and nodded so that Chaos could resume his tale.
“So then we had the users. The only thing left to do was to pass our powers on down to them. But as I said, she did not trust me, so we both voluntarily cursed each other simultaneously so that all we could do with our powers from that point was give them to something or someone else. Harmony had an obsession with order, so she decided that the power couldn´t depend on only one user- the same rule had to be applied to keep the power.” The silhouettes of six precious stones then appeared in front of them. The gems were of different colors: red, orange, green, sky-blue, pink, and purple.  “So she divided the power into six jewels, the so-called ‘Elements of Harmony.’ Six jewels that, in the power of the ponies who were able to represent the respective elements: kindness, loyalty, honesty, laughter, generosity and magic, would have access to the unlimited powers of a god of order and be able to eliminate any vestige of chaos or evil. After depositing all her power in the Elements, she abandoned the astral plane and entered the physical world- transformed into a mere observer. However, I didn´t grant my powers to anything or anypony. All I could do was wait… Until you came here.” The circle disappeared in a silent white explosion.
“Okay, then,” Draco interrupted, unable to keep his mouth shut any longer, “why didn´t you bring me here before?”
Chaos gave Draco an impatient glance and answered:
“What part of ‘not intervene’ didn´t you understand? I could only bring you here because you had left the physical world and gone to the astral plane. That´s why I could get you now, and why I was required to wait until you were dead. Now, I´m talking to your soul; your dead body is lying in the depths of a lake.”
“So now what?” Draco asked.
“Do you really have to ask?” Chaos inquired rhetorically. “It´s time for you to meet your ultimate destiny. All this power, the power of a god, can be yours. Think for a moment what this entails.”
“Are you being serious?” asked Draco, his eyes widening.
“As serious as I can be” Chaos responded with another of his trademark grins.
“But how am I supposed to work with that? Even I know that the power of a god is too much for a mere mortal mind.”
“Brilliant, you are!” declared Chaos. “However, you need not worry. Let me explain.
“If you insist…” Draco answered with evident distrust.
“Draco, have you not ever felt that void inside you? That empty place in your soul that you´ve been carrying with you your entire life? You are aware of it, correct?”
Draco remained quiet, but his eyes were an open book. Chaos’s confidence glowed.
“I know I am. Why else would you run after a mare you didn´t even know, risking your life in the process? Because that void was causing you such an intense pain that you´d do anything to get rid of it. I know perfectly well what you must feel. You´ve always wondered what your destiny held for you, but you never had the slightest clue.”
Draco felt the impact of those words, and his mind transported him back to one of his hidden memories.
•••
“Mum, what is that?” asked the innocent, young Draco.
“You mean this?” answered Grey Weather, pointing to her cutie mark.
Draco nodded with enthusiasm. Grey weather smiled and told him to come closer with a movement of her hoof. Draco advanced toward his mother, but stumbled. Grey Weather, in a quick panic, jumped and caught him before his body hit the floor. Draco giggled in his mother´s arms, something that made her sigh with relief.
“This here is called a cutie mark,” resumed the grey mare. “It appears when a pony finds out what his special talent is and what he or she is fated to do for the rest of his or her life. You see? My cutie mark is a cloud, because it symbolizes my job as creator of storms.”
“But you don´t create storms anymore…” Draco said, by no means intending to offend his mother.
Grey Weather did her best to avoid an expression of sad nostalgia and confessed:
“It´s true, but in my old days I used to be very good at that. In fact, I was probably the best!”
“I´m sure you were!” Draco responded, hugging her tightly. Grey Weather returned the gesture. When they separated, Draco stared at her thoughtfully.
“Mum… will I have my own cutie mark?” Draco asked with big, inquisitive eyes.
Grey Weather gulped as she tried to formulate an appropriate response. That was a question she didn´t know how to answer. Draco wasn´t a pony, and cutie marks had only been seen in ponies or equestrian creatures such us Zebras, but he had been born from a pony. These opposing arguments crowed her head without any of them achieving success over each other. Grey Weather stared back at Draco with resignation and decided that the best option was absolute sincerity.
“I… I don´t know, honey.”
Draco didn´t put the least bit of effort in hiding his disappointment.
“Oh… Does that mean that I won´t have a destiny?”
Grey Weather´s mind returned to her childhood, to the search of her own cutie mark. She remembered her father´s words.
“No, Draco. That means that you are the owner of your destiny.”
•••
Draco remained quiet, completely shocked. He stared at Chaos, and in a tone too soft to be heard, he murmured, “That´s what you meant…”
Chaos slowly drew another smile across his dark visage.
“What is it going to be, son?”
Draco was about to answer when he realized something. He was being made an offer by nothing less than the god of chaos. His sister had proven that you can´t trust in a being like that.
Draco looked at the two circles that acted as Chaos’s eyes and asked.
“Is there anything I should know before accepting this?”
“Okay, you caught me,” Chaos admitted with a chuckle. Then he outlined an extremely serious countenance, “There are a few ‘limitations.’”
“Then tell me what they are,” Draco answered sharply, perhaps a bit more than he intended.
“Fine. First of all: Your powers will be focused on chaos. All you can control is chaos. You can convoke it, eliminate it, reduce it, or increase it. There are still some things that both chaos and harmony can control, so you are not so limited. Second:  you may have the powers of a god, but you are not a god. You aren´t omniscient, and you can still die. You´ll be immortal to the passage of time, of course. In fact, you already were before this. But you can be killed. I highly recommend you to be careful with what you do. Keep your power on a low level. Don´t worry, a low level of this godly power is still greater than anything known in Equestria.
“What might happen if I used them to their full extent?” Draco asked, more out of curiosity than concern.
“You could potentially tear apart the fabric of reality and destroy this entire universe along with all parallel realities, resulting in everything that was ever made and the multiverse returning to its original state, before my sister and I formed it. That would make for an interesting spectacle, but for obvious reasons, we’d only get to enjoy the experience once,” Chaos replied in an oddly cheerful manner. “The third restriction is perhaps the most important of all. There´s only one thing whose powers can counter yours.”
“The Elements of Harmony, right?” Draco asked, already knowing the answer.
“Exactly!” Chaos exclaimed with a very unique-sounding, yet powerful clap. “Ten points for you! The Elements of Harmony. They can´t destroy you, nor can you destroy them. Remember this: chaos can´t destroy order and vice versa. You know that they are made to purge any vestige of chaos, right? Well, after this exchange, you shall be maximum chaos incarnate. Since they can´t destroy you, they will instead find a way to imprison you.”
“Sounds good to me” Draco responded with a dark grin plastered across his face.
“Before I do anything, you should know one last thing. Fortunately for you, there are only two ponies in this wide world that can unite and use the Elements against you. You know who they are, don´t you?
“Celestia and Luna…” Draco muttered with contempt.
“Yes. If you can eliminate those two, nopony will be able to stop you. And the best part is that they have no idea where, or even what, the Elements are. They´ll be helpless- unable to fight back or to defend their subjects.”
After saying that a look of horror then overtook Draco´s face.
“But why would I hurt anypony? Do they really deserve an eternal punishment?” Draco asked.
“Really? I mean, really?” Chaos said angrily and mockingly at the same time. His vocal tone then progressed to full-on fury. “Those ponies you´re trying to protect are the cause of all the suffering you´ve experienced throughout your entire life. They are the ones who kept you locked in a house for twenty years, the ones who snatched you from your mother, the first mare you ever loved and the only one who returned your love; they obliged you to live in a forest as an animal for two years, and after finally recovering one last shard of hope, after obtaining the strength to wake up and live another day, Celestia acted as everypony else had always done. She crushed your very soul to the point that you only wanted to die. And you defend what they´ve done?  Why would they deserve anything better? After all they´ve caused to you, treating you as a monster, they have in turn become the monsters.”
Draco took in every word spoken by the god, and he agreed. Why should he waste his kindness on a world full of cruel and evil beings? It was payback time. The key to his happiness had been in front of him all this time and he had simply been too foolish to see it. Celestia had never been his happy ending; Draco’s happy ending was his true love- the only thing that gave his life meaning: chaos.
Draco smiled sadistically and looked back to Chaos with a defiant gaze in his eyes, offering his hand to the figure before him.
“Well, then…” Chaos shook Draco’s hand. “Draco, do you willingly accept the power with which to plunge the world into an eternal era of chaos?”
“No,” Draco answered firmly. Chaos stared at him, confused at first. He then continued to say, “Draco is dead. From now on, I shall be their torment. There won´t be a single place or crevasse on this earth where they´ll have a hope of escaping my rule, for I shall be the ultimate incarnation of evil and chaos, and confusion, I shall be their discord!”
“I must admit that it fits you,” Chaos stated with another of his characteristic grins. “So then, Discord, do you accept the power and responsibility of spreading eternal chaos and torturing those who tortured you for all of eternity?” Chaos asked, his voice growing more diabolical with every progressing syllable.
“I accept,” answered Discord, as he felt an evil grin curl across his face to mirror that of his new mentor.
Just after saying that, a white light appeared from between their clasped hands, increasing in luminosity until the entire reign of Chaos was wrapped by it. The only sound was the maniacal laugh of Discord as he felt this new power flowing through his veins, passing through every nerve of his body, making him stronger, and opening his mind to new ideas he had never had: Evil ideas. Painful ideas. All to provoke the suffering of others, just as they had all done to him so many times before. Then, suddenly, the ordeal ended, leaving him alone in the darkness.  
•••
Discord awoke in the dark depths of the forest that had witnessed his death only a few hours ago. He put his paws to his head, feeling a terrible pain resounding through every fiber of his body. The ardency was evident all throughout his body. Discord felt drops of sweat flowing across his coat. In desperation, he jumped toward the cold waters of the lake. All that fresh power, in addition to the energy required to resuscitate him had been too much for his mortal corpse. Discord breathed slowly, feeling strange. He checked his reflection in the water´s surface and saw that he looked exactly the same. What had this all been about, then?
Suddenly, a million memories came speeding through his mind, memories that he had been repressing for all those years. Wild as a tornado, they passed before his eyes:
“NO! This… THING is not our son!”
“You will always have me… Draco.”
“Is it because I´m different?”
“No! You are not a monster.”
“I have had many happy moments here. This place is secret. I´m the only pony who knows of it”
“You´re dead, you bastard!”
“Now what, you freak? Are you going to eat me!?”
“I love you, Draco. Never forget that.”
“Leave us alone!” “Stay away, you monster!”  
“You are a MONSTER!”
“So then, Discord, do you accept the power and responsibility of spreading eternal chaos and torturing those who tortured you for all of eternity?”

Discord quickly reopened his eyes, just short of bursting into tears. His entire body trembled out of control: another anxiety attack, just as he was used to experiencing. But this time was different. The tremor vanished instantly. Discord got up from the ground effortlessly. He had total control over his emotions as well as over his body. All his fears were gone along with the values he previously held. His mind now harbored only one thing, and that was revenge. For the first time is his life, he felt safe. He was untouchable.
Night had fallen and darkness covered the land. Who knew how long he had been dead? Perhaps only a few hours, maybe some days, maybe even a matter of months. Did that even matter?
Discord stared at the lagoon. Then, without giving a moment’s thought, he snapped his fingers and the water became a deep crimson blood. With a glance of satisfaction, he turned his attention to the surrounding trees. Without Discord making even the slightest movement, they all burst into flames. The heat of the raging inferno around him gave him comfort. No, it wasn´t the heat; it was the sensation of having control over the power to destroy anything and everything in his path. With another snap, the fire vanished without any trace of its brief existence. He then looked to the horizon. Canterlot was still visible between the trees.
The nuances of Discord’s expression changed to display the most awful of furies. His teeth grinded against each other, his eyes spat fire, and his paws slowly closed until they formed a pair of monstrous fists at his sides. But then, just as quickly as a bolt of lighting on a stormy night- visible but ephemeral- all of the rage his visage vanished.
The only noises in the placid nighttime were the wind hissing through the leaves and the quiet strikes of water crashing against the shore. But then a new sound invaded the serene emptiness of the forest. It began as a quiet chuckle. From there, it began to evolve, rising in both volume and pitch until it became a laugh- an infernal laugh that broke the forest´s silence and sent even its most fearsome predators running away in fear. Discord´s laugh rumbled throughout the area; he delighted in its unmistakable tone of evil and cruelty to anypony who could hear it. But, just as every storm eventually subsides, giving way to the sun, the echoes of his triumphant laugh faded into nothingness, allowing the still night silence to reign again.
Discord stared at Canterlot sadistically. From that night on, nothing would ever be the same again. As it was predicted 22 years ago, an era of chaos and disharmony had just began. Discord laughed to himself. He had been treated as a monster all through his life. They had been too blind to realize what Discord truly was. But it was too late now. They would know what a real monster is. She would know what a real monster is.
Well, here it is, the no so waited chapter 6 of Son of Chaos. I really apologize for the delay of this chapter, but both my editor RelativelyExtreme (who I thank for his amazing labour as collaborator and I highly recommend you to watch relativelyextreme.deviantart.c… ) and I were quite busy with some personal issues. Anyway, I hope you can enjoy it and have a nice time reading :) Any suggestion, idea, critique, doubt... will be welcomed.
Thanks to StePandy (another highly recommended artist stepandy.deviantart.com) for the title page. If you want to check the original go here: stepandy.deviantart.com/art/Yo…

Prologue: guille832.deviantart.com/art/S…

Chapter 1: guille832.deviantart.com/art/S…

Chapter 2: guille832.deviantart.com/art/S…

Chapter 3: guille832.deviantart.com/art/S…

Chapter 4: guille832.deviantart.com/art/S…

Chapter 5: guille832.deviantart.com/art/S…

Chapter 6: You are here

Interlude: guille832.deviantart.com/art/S…

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You know, I also once tried to represent Discord in my fanfics (ajksob.deviantart.com/art/When…) and I'm gonna do it again. Can you tell me if I can be trusted with Discord? :) You seem to have a lot of experience.