If all the hate in the world could be summed up in one Gorgon body it would be in Medusa’s. She burned like the sun, there was so much rage, so much hate toward everyone. She all ended up hating them. Because none of them could do a thing to help her. They didn’t want to, they didn’t understand. How could they?
She was sitting at the cold table in the center of her garden. It couldn’t be called a garden, it was just filled with statues and weeds that had broken through everything so slowly. It was amazing to watch them crawl, poking through glass without a struggle. As strong as the statues of men who were so foolish, they were just like them all. After skin, after sex and there was no gentle feeling, or touch. They always broke her in the end, and now she could break them as easily as she could. With one swift slice of a metal bar a solider crumbled to her feet. With a push a king would fall. She had all the power she wanted in her garden, her home, but it was something she had but not what she wanted. There was something she wanted more.
Chaos was growing rather impatient with the lack of development for his All Sight. He was losing the universe, him already having to deal with the cracks in himself thanks to The Doctor and his TARDIS blowing up. He never liked that alien, always running about.
He didn’t know who he was without his All Sight, he wasn’t even use to being in a mortal form such as this, his last one a dragon, them calling him king. Now what was he? Of course he was feared, as they should be. He can simply erase you from existence, form himself with ease. And it isn’t painless, as he makes sure of it.
Without his all sight he had nothing, so he decided to go see Medusa’s garden, looking around as he walked.