Exiled Saviour

In a world similar to Earth, an entity could be seen peering at the planet below. This entity had a name. However, she was not fit to call herself this.

 Her one job, which she exists to uphold, was slipping from her hands as the days went on. This entity's name is Order. And she has watched her earth fall further and further into despair.

Her world which she loves and adores, like a mother loves her child, was almost unrecognisable. And all this was because of her other half. Chaos. Chaos, as the name suggests, spreads chaos and destruction. 

He is the polar opposite of Order. However, they are still one being. They're practically two sides of the same coin, you cannot have one without the other. 

Chaos wanted power. And for power he needed followers. Therefore, he's done everything he can to influence the world to his liking. To the point where he's even started his cult that worships him.

This cult destroyed Order's influence on the world, to the point where she's been forgotten. Everyone has become selfish, greedy and violent. And this was all thanks to Chaos.

"I'm hungry. It's not enough. I WANT MORE. MORE, MORE, MORE, MOOOORE!" These thoughts consumed Chaos's mind. He was obsessed with power, an insatiable thirst that could never be quenched. 

Creating a cult that currently controlled a quarter of the world from behind the scenes wasn't sufficient for him. He yearned for greater power, more destruction, and increased chaos. But how could he achieve it? Chaos knew that he couldn't directly interfere with the human realm, the best he could do was communicate with them for a short period. 

And so he decided to demand his cult to have the world declare war on each other. But that still wasn't enough. The pesky kings, guild leaders and politicians knew the disasters that came with war. They stopped it before it even began. There was nothing else he could do. He could try brute force and have his cult reveal themselves and battle the world. 

But currently, his cult wasn't strong enough. Even with thousands of years his soldiers, who in all honesty were, at best, a little better than regular foot soldiers, were ordinary foot soldiers who could never compete with the elites at the top of the world. Those pesky fleas were ruining his plan.

Chaos needed formidable individuals, people who were both strong and fiercely loyal, those with souls so corrupted that they would unquestioningly carry out his every command. But finding such individuals in this world seemed impossible. 

However, an idea struck him. He wasn't limited to searching for them solely in this world. Who said he couldn't venture into other realms and abduct loyal soldiers from there? Chaos scoured countless worlds until he stumbled upon one a world governed by technology and politicians, where gruesome murders were commonplace, and the common people could witness a starving, dying man on the street and still carry on with their day. Yes, yes, YES! Eureka!

He summoned a group whom he believed could fulfil his desires, a group teeming with psychopaths, serial killers, and rapists. He beckoned those who awaited death row, individuals he could easily control and manipulate. They would become his worthy slaves, executing his goals with unwavering loyalty. And what were his goals? Destruction.

Order couldn't allow Chaos to continue unchecked, wreaking havoc and pursuing his destructive ambitions. However, she grappled with her limitations. She lacked the power to directly confront and stop him. Order observed how Chaos manipulated and controlled humans, turning them into mere puppets to carry out his malevolent goals. The realisation struck her, planting a horrid thought in her mind.

But Order tried to dismiss this notion, for she knew that succumbing to it would make her no different from the very being she sought to eradicate. She despised the idea of using humans as tools for her own purposes. And so, she initially chose to resist the temptation.

However, as the years passed, Order watched in despair as the world sank deeper into darkness. Humans turned against each other over trivial disputes, fighting for scraps while the hungry suffered. The suffering grew unbearable for Order, for she loved her creations and wished to protect them from such anguish. She couldn't bear the thought of standing idly by, absent from their lives.

Driven by her compassion and the desire to restore balance, Order made a momentous decision. Despite her aversion to using humans for her own goals, she resolved to embrace the very act she had sworn to reject. Reluctantly, she summoned humans to fight for the world's salvation.

Meanwhile, on earth: "WHAT THE FUCK!!" A young man, no older than 18, exclaimed as he jumped out of his seat. "SHE REALLY MUTED ME. 'NEXT TIME IT'LL BE A KICK?'. I'LL KICK THIS FOOT UP YOU'RE…" 

KNOCK KNOCK

As the man was about to scream more profanities, he heard a knock on his door. He then realised he had messed up. He was making too much noise, he must've disturbed the other dorms. Opening the door he was met by a young girl, similar to his age. Her ruffled hair, pyjamas and droopy eyes indicated she was asleep. 

"How many times have I told you to keep it down?" She blurted. Her attitude and the way she looked did not suit each other, she looked like she was half asleep and yet her attitude was full of life. It was almost comical. 

"Hey, relax, would ya? I wasn't even that loud this time. I just stubbed my toe, that's all." He lied. 

"Oh really. I didn't realise your toe could mute you." She said sarcastically. 

"Listen if I hear one more outburst, even the slightest peep out of you, I'll…"

"Wait a sec. What is that?" He said with a horrified face as he pointed behind her, cutting her off. She looked at him confused, then followed his line of sight. Only to see the corridor stretching out to the stairs leading up. 

SLAM

She looked back quickly, almost getting startled by the sudden noise, only to see the person she was talking to was gone and the door closed. Her face turned red as she just realised that she had been played. 

"OPEN UP THIS DOOR MISTER! I'M NOT DONE WITH YOU!!!" She screamed, banging on the door, probably waking some others too. "YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN AWAY WITH THIS ISAAC!!"

Yup, that's right. This was Isaac. An 18-year-old screw-up currently living in boarding school. He was a boring and lonely teenager with no friends. He was of average height, coming in at about 176cm. He had quite the fair dark skin, and despite his age, he didn't have much acne. His black curly hair fell on his face, the result of his procrastination and unwillingness to go to the barber.

Although he's only been here for about 3 weeks, he still didn't have any companions. Sure, he had people he spoke to, but none he could call friends. And to be honest, he didn't mind that much. All the social interactions he needed, he got from his laptop anyway. 

Biscord is a chat media where gamers and even regular people from all around the world gather to share their ideas. 

It sounded wholesome, right? Well for the most part it was, except this server that Isaac had been a part of, who was owned by an aspiring youtuber, was mostly toxic people having a go at each other. Although to be honest, he was the most toxic out of them all. He wouldn't say things like "kys' ' or "I hope you die". 

Nothing like that, he just got a laugh out of annoying people and trolling. Isaac had only been on this server for about 2 weeks. Yet he was so well known around it for being the local troublemaker. No one was safe. Granted there were only about 50 or so people in the server, but that didn't stop his name from being spoken on every corner of the server.

Isaac knew this too, he felt kinda proud about it. Until he remembered that this all meant nothing and that It wouldn't matter in a year's time. Thanks, conscience. 

As he slammed the door on the girl before she could turn back around. Walking back to the desk he had a feeling of accomplishment. 

Hearing the threats and rage from the girl wearing pyjamas in the middle of a school corridor, made him feel much better about himself. As he was admiring his accomplishment, not concentrating on where he was going he suddenly tripped over his feet and hit his head on the edge of the table, completely passing out.

Waking up to an intoxicating smell, Isaac rubbed his head in shame. "Ugh, how did I fall over my own feet?"

"I guess it's karma for slamming the door in the face of that bi…" before he could finish his insults he heard a woman's voice. 

"I'd rather you keep the profanities to a minimum, young one." The voice was calm and soothing, one could listen to it and feel as though they're having… never mind.

Hearing this voice jolted his brain, he finally realised he wasn't in his room. And he wasn't alone. He looked at the owner of the voice, completely ignoring what she said, he asked "What the fuck?"