Chaos: The Spice Of Life And His Cat

(Ra's Al Ghul POV)

Looking into the monitors showing the boy's room, I see a cat spawn out of nowhere, and the feed goes dead. While I do not fear the witch boy, I am concerned for our new recruit, but I have a feeling he will live. Klarion is chaotic, as is his nature, but his maliciousness is reserved for Dr. Fate and the Lords Of Order.

Although it is odd that he is showing so much interest as I expected him to show up when we introduced him to the light at a later date. What makes the boy so interesting, I wonder?

We took his blood during training, and it shows nothing special other than a possible meta gene, but even those we are inconclusive on. While his ability is unknown, his martial prowess is stunning. I have not seen Sensei so flabbergasted in a long time.

By no means has the man taught our new recruit everything, but the small percentage of what he has shown has been absorbed so readily and so quickly that it is downright monstrous in its own way. The boy has so much potential, and it will be a treat to watch him grow.

Unless Klarion decided to turn him inside out and have Teekl eat his remains, walking into the meeting room, I see my fellows sitting down with Sportsmaster standing by the door. I find the man's skill respectable, but his ambition lies only in reputation and money. He does not truly believe in our goals.

Lady Shiva, Talia, and Sensei are in attendance, with Sportsmaster bringing along his young daughter Jade. While she shows potential, her heart is not in it. 

As they see my entrance, they all go silent as they sit down and ask Sensei, "How is the boy's progress, Sensei?" The man then looked at me and said,

"His progress is quite fast as he absorbs my moves as I do them, yet he seems to be trying to take in all he knows and combine them in various ways. If I were to keep teaching him, it would be like fighting multiple people at once, which has its own advantages and disadvantages."

Nodding in agreement, I can see that problem developing as he seems to be copying the moves, and while he is trying to combine them during combat, this may be a weakness to exploit. Looking to Shiva, she gives her own opinion.

"He definitely has the potential, although even I must admit that the look in his eyes is unnerving. He seems to be analyzing every single movement we make, and while that is a good thing for a martial artist, it may not present well when dealing with stealth operations. But since we have not tested him on that, I shall hold that issue till further notice." 

That is an apt description, and as we look at Sportsmaster, he simply huffs, which does bring a small smile to my face.

His daughter, while silent, definitely approves of the child as those two get along, as well as oil and water. It is a common psychological issue, so it seems that this boy, when dealing with her father in such a manner, may have gotten on her good side. Maybe the two can undertake a mission as a way to further persuade the boy.

"Regardless, the boy may have immense potential. Be wary of the possibility of betrayal, although he may have sunk further than he would like as the witch boy is here." That news causes some eyes to widen in surprise as even Shiva seems to be uncomfortable.

"Should we intervene? We can't exactly have Klarion kill the initiate when we just started training him?" Talia asks as I sigh. Dealing with Klarion is like trying to deal with a collapsing star.

Anything close to it that is unable to handle gravity will die and be crushed, but those that can will have to deal with the consequences. Only men like Vandal and maybe Luthor can deal with him with the former due to experience and the latter, his immense intellect.

"We will do nothing. That witch boy will deal with him in his own way, and if he dies, he dies, and if he lives, it will show true strength or great luck." Talia then goes silent as we continue to talk about other matters.

(Nathan POV)

Looking at the cat as he stares at me with his red eyes, trying to stare through my soul, I walk into the room and sit down near the bed, and the staring contest continues. 

It felt like I sat there for hours, yet in truth, it was only a couple of minutes before the cat looked away back towards the door, and what was once a door was now a house that looked simultaneously ornate and messy.

Hundreds of different architectural styles seem to be clashing with one another, from Gothic to sci-fi, as well as flame and ice covering other sections of the house in an indecipherable mess. The cat then jumped off the bed, and I followed him through the rooms one was covered in fire and brimstone, and another was a room entirely filled with water.

The cat, undeterred, suddenly stopped and meowed at me as if asking for something, and I made a choice as I took out the mapo tofu, which refills itself every day, and handed the cat some. 

He then ate some, and his mouth proceeded to start on fire as it began to run through the house. I then heard endless amused laughter.

After running through various doors and stairwells that led in various directions, with some stars being upside down and others left and right. Eventually, the cat stopped and looked at me in both anger and pride in a way.

Looking him in the eye, I said to the cat, "Well, you wanted me to feed you something, and it's the only thing I had on me. And I thought you could take it." The cat then considered my words as he placed a paw on his chin.

After a few seconds of debate, it nodded as the room we were in, which was covered in lighting, began to settle, and I saw Klarion himself standing near a fire and staring into it.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here, Teekl? New toy or something else?" He then teleports near me and begins to pace around me while petting his cat.

"To anyone else, you would seem entirely normal, but that in and of itself shows that you are hiding something. An entirely normal signature is an oddity in this Multiverse, but I can feel that something has left its mark on you. It is powerful and old, almost like that old cracker Nabu. So, fresh meat, who have you talked to in your head?" As he says this, I find myself strapped to a recline with him staring over me.

"A Dream that is what I saw, and I cannot say more lest we attract the wrong kind of attention." My answer makes even him stop in his tracks as his black eyes go demonic. He grips me by the face with his nails elongating into claws, and he stares at me in the eyes.

"You speak the truth, but why would he take so much interest in you? And what other forces do you speak of? Your answer does not narrow down my question at all, as there are more cosmic beings than there are stars in the sky." Looking at the fire, I started seeing endless ways I could die and live in an endless cycle of violence.

"The dark and the opposite side of magic, all of which are waking up as we speak." Again, searches my expression for any hint of lies, and he huffs before letting go, with Teekl falling to sleep in the other chair.

"While your answers do remind me of that old fart Nabu, everything you said was the truth, but here's the deal, fresh meat; you made me laugh more than I had in a while, so I will let you leave, and I hope you made me. You should feel honored. You know it's not every day a Lord Of Chaos lets someone walk away." 

While I do admit to being somewhat remiss towards this, being he by no means instills more fear than me than Lucifer, he does not need to know that.

As the binds that helped me to the recliner disengaged, I stood up and asked a question that had been on my mind: "Lord Klarion, I must ask a question: what is it like to be a Lord Of Chaos?"

My question seems to surprise him as he pets Teekl. "Well, that is not a question I've heard in a long time, but if I were to describe the experience, it would be similar to that of rolling a snowball down a mountain. Eventually, you become so large and so destructive that everything around you starts to simply quake and run away, but due to the random nature of how the snowball falls, many are curious about what happens after it does. While I do enjoy watching the expressions of those who are seen as innocent quakes in fear as they are met with the validity of mortality, it becomes boring after a while. Every day is the search to see how you can change the world, even if only a little bit, such as poisoning a national leader or putting a whoopee cushion under an ambassador's chair at an important meeting. Also, just call me Klarion. That whole Lord shit was so last century." 

That answers a lot, but not much, but I nod at that answer and focus my mental state on remaining focused and noticing my assimilations rising by talking to him.

"I do appreciate the perspective, and I hope to never meet you again." He chuckles at my answer as he snaps his finger, but not before saying.

"Oh, we will meet again as you are too interesting to leave alone. also, thanks for teaching Teekl not always to take food from strangers." The smile on his face after saying that is immediately removed as said cat begins to scratch him on the face while he tries to define himself.

In all honesty, it would be somewhat adorable if not for the fact that they were two beings that thrived on the chaos of the Multiverse. So as I blinked, I saw that my room had returned to normal but found a book on my bed that emanated a strange energy, and as I picked it up, I saw that it was a book on magic.

This was an excellent find, and as I opened it, I found a letter in it that said.

"To The Anomaly From Your Favorite Chaos Lord:

A little experiment of mine, this Tome of magic that I have given you, was rightfully borrowed by myself during the Fall of Atlantis. Well, you may not be able to make something of this, but it will be interesting to watch. And if you succeed, do try to keep your mind intact, as messing with the fundamental forces of creation is a rather chaotic affair. Also, I will be grabbing that tofu you gave Teekl every month, so I hope you can have some ready. Also, don't worry about paying me back, as I am being paid back in entertainment, and I know where you sleep."

I closed the book and placed it in the inventory for later as I sensed some presence outside my room, and as I opened the door, I saw Sportsmaster and Sensei outside. 

They saw me uninjured, but most of my uniform was gone after being exposed to the elements. Sensei nodded to himself before leaving as Sportsmaster seemed actually impressed.

"Well, it seems you survived your first round with the witch boy newbie, although I'm surprised you came out unscathed. He usually isn't one to not deal with his guests in his own way." Technically, he is right, as without inviolate, I would have melted, been struck by lightning, exposed to excess radiation, and drowned.

He then looks at me again as he leaves but not before saying, "Training starts in the morning, so don't be late, and kid, keep swimming forward as the moment you stop moving and getting results, you die, and I will have to be the one to do it." 

He then leaves without another word as I find another uniform already on my bed.

It was probably Sensei who put that there while I was talking to Sportsmaster, and I wonder how he keeps getting past me even after a week of training. Luckily, I have gotten my seven points for surviving a week, and my once 12 points have gone up to 19. I only need 11 more before my next gacha, but I will probably wait to do that.

But for now, I lay back down on my bed and find that Dream has kept his word as my nightmares are silent.