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Current Date: December 13, 2516
Character: Rafael Schakowsky
Race: Demon – God of Chaos, Order, Wind
Age: 1 582, physically about 28
Current residence: Xiang Po, Terraphim
There are rare days when the merge of the powers becomes loose. Never to the point of truly needing anything done about it; the merge is final until I pass and that is for a very long time to come yet. By the point of my passing, it is highly likely that the gifts will come apart and three new souls will find themselves with this new gift of theirs as part of their new reality.
This, however, is a very long time down the road and there is nothing to even give thought to, on the subject about this right now.
I have felt the powers war somewhat inside of me. I have felt Chaos struggle for some sort of control when it knows that it cannot have that control. Order balances it out and my original gift of control over the Wind is ever present as well. Most of the time, the balance is present, but now and again, there seems to be a trigger that I fail to be able to pinpoint. In this case, I do what I can about it, and it passes.
Meditation seems to be the best method and it never truly takes long.
This whole thing has brought up strange thoughts to the front, however. I can hardly tell what might happen if Chaos were to take absolute control. It was already a very difficult gift to deal with for the young man who had it before it became mine. I have sworn to Mya, and our little one that no matter what happens, if the power comes to surge, my choice is simple and has been made. I would choose my family over the power.
I have means of removing the power from my life, but it would be a painful process that would leave little more than a shell behind. Not something I much care to imagine if I must. My primary goal is to keep Mya, and our little ones safe. If the power spikes and makes me a liability for their safety, I will take drastic measures to ensure that very safety.
In a way, however, I know that all will end well. I am old enough to know how to go about ensuring that control remains, even if I might feel it flicker every now and again. I am not perfect, my control is strong, and I have no fear, but I still understand that something might happen at one point, and I will have to make that choice.
If it happens, it will.
I take things a little easier when I feel the shift in the powers; I stay inside, I meditate, and I focus on things that I know are easy for the mind to think of so that the binds that keep all three powers together can be strengthened. I am well aware that to an outsider, the whole thing might sound confusing and even possibly make little to no sense but to this old demon, everything is clear as can be and makes all the sense it should.
Mya has been made aware of everything. The little one, at this point, I prefer to remain oblivious to the rare issue that crops up as it has only happened twice in the years since his birth. Perhaps, once he is older—though he is growing faster than I know humans would as he is neither human, nor truly mortal—I will tell him of the issues I face now and again but, until then, this is not something that is necessary for him to know about. He needs to focus on other things.
When the divergence settles again, it feels as though nothing happened at all. Always something of a relief on that front as I feel that being haunted by the fact that the powers are warring, in a certain way, would be undoubtedly absolutely exhausting and I cannot spend all of my time worrying about the binds that came into place so many, many years ago.
Though, to be fair, warring isn’t really the term that best fits this; putting it into words, like everything else, is not easy. It is not a war, it is not a struggle for power, it is merely a desire, I feel that Chaos, far more than Order, or Wind, seeks freedom that it should not have, not without some form of control. Since the merge, I have used the two extra powers very little. They balance one another in me and that is all there is to it, in the end.