Weeks passed and Shemiza had arranged secret meetings with Salia, having become lovers overtime—his mind was growing more and more unstable however but would hide it from Salia and others, knowing that they would do something about it.
He would stay locked in his room and write on his own wall with different colors of paint—sometimes, it would occasionally be blood of different animals he had slaughtered, but would mask their stench using Salia’s perfumes which he had stolen from her without her knowledge or just smear other strong fragrances onto the dried blood.
Shemiza was clever and sly, he knew exactly what he was doing and felt that what he was doing was right for him yet at the same time, he also knew it was wrong.


Daytime shone brightly and beautifully over the land while Shemiza continued to stay in his room, sunlight managed to shine through his window to only to provide some sort of light. The whole of his room was an absolute mess—paper laid everywhere on the floor and on his desks, strange symbols and writings all over them. Colorful painted symbols and writings were upon his walls as well which consisted of reds, blues, greens, purples, yellows and more.
Shemiza stood in front of a wall with a large crest painted on it, whispers spoke to him through his mind and a wicked smile stretched across his face. There was a knock at the door however and the prince became startled by this and bolted towards it—when he opened it, his father stood there with a solemn expression, “Shemiza, it is time to study in the library. It is very important that you do so.” As he said this to his son, a smile appeared on his face so he that he would seem inviting towards him.
“Of course father, I will be right with you soon enough. I just need to take care of some important matters first.” Said Shemiza who only closed the door and locked it before climbing out the window, making his way down before taking off into the skies to find Salia.


Salia waited near that same spring where she and Shemiza had met—a nymph was speaking to her in its own language, trying to warn of her something terrible. The dragoness did not fully understand her and only watched her in silence as this nymph spoke. Shemiza approached the area and the nymph retreated back into the water which made Salia look up at him as he landed, giving him a smile, “Hello there, uh...what did you want to see me about?” She asked politely as the prince stood closer to her then laid a kiss on her nose and underneath her chin, giving it a gentle tickle which made her laugh. “I was wondering if you’d like to join me in my conquest to bring back Lyia Ruya. I can assure you it will be a joyous time for us all.” He beamed at her but Salia quickly became silent, “What’s the matter?” She only shook her head in response when he asked this, lowering her eyes, “I don’t know if we should. We need new deities, ones for a new era and new generations. The older gods have already done their work and made way for new ones.” Said the princess to Shemiza who only had a bewildered expression that also seemed to have a mix of anger. “But Lyia will be new, she will be reborn and so much greater than before. I-I thought you loved me, I thought you would do anything with me. Why won’t you do this with me?!” His tone began rising as he said this and held her face, this only unsettled her and fear set in, “I do love you Shemiza but this is madness. You can’t do this!” Salia whined, Shemiza’s grip on her face only became tighter while he stared into her eyes, this caused the dragoness to try and pull away but he only grabbed her by throat, “You worthless lizard. You will do as I say, otherwise I will have you killed on the spot. Your whole kind has done nothing to revive their former goddess and has only left her for dead!” Shemiza exclaimed at her and Salia began to scream and struggle against him—this only angered him even further so he pinned her down and reached into her mouth, ripping her tongue out then tossing it away. Blood seeped down Salia’s jaw and she clawed at him which only made him run his sharp nails across her face and eyes,  causing her to go blind—a sadistic grin formed across his face and Salia still struggled so her head was dunked into the spring, he held her down tightly while she still struggled and thrashed: Shemiza only laughed as this happened and soon enough, the struggle against him slowly stopped and so did his own laughter, his head lowered nearer to Salia’s, her facecarried a lifeless expression while laying still in the bloody water—Shemiza released his grip and shakily caressed her body with wide eyes and an evil grin, staring down at her corpse. This attention shifted towards a nymph who watched in horror from one side of the spring, she was ready to retreat but Shemiza darted at her and grabbed hold of her which made her scream for mercy and dear life but he only smashed her head against a rock as hard as he could to silence her. 
The dead nymph’s blue blood only poured into water before dissipating and mingled with Salia’s red blood, turning the spring purple. Shemiza laughed with glee and began bathing in the tainted water. However, his features began changing once more, horns developed around his head and he grew taller which only made him shriek in agony—Dark circles even formed around his eyes while his own pupils disappeared, leaving him with a more monstrous appearance, the agony from this caused him to vomit up his own blood.
Another hallucination appeared before Shemiza in the spring and his pain was gone: It was the face of Lyia, transforming from a dragon to something that resembled his own form, this entranced him and he reached for it, diving his head into the water but it quickly vanished. He realized once more that it was not real and rose back up out of the water, crawling out as he heaved, “I will find a way to make you into something new. Something better...” Mumbling this to himself, a change in his voice was noticeable, becoming more guttural and deep. Shemiza held his throat then blankly looked back at the mess he had made—the corpse of a dragoness he had murdered and the purple-stained water. The sight of this only left him with satisfaction so he fled back to his home where his father awaited.


Cadria had went out in search of her sister—soaring in the skies overhead the forest, she looked down and scanned the woods only to notice Salia’s corpse from a distance. Cadria panicked and immediately went down towards it, tears welled up in her eyes when she approached her dead sister’s body, “Salia, why didn’t you listen to me? I knew there was something wrong with that hybrid.” Cadria growled as she pulled the corpse out of the water while her own tears fell onto the body. An old wolf watched from afar then approached the grieving dragoness who looked down at it and began thinking before finally speaking to it. “I always thought of your kind as being noble and loyal. Not only that but, you have such strong hearts. Maybe for the future of our new gods and to ensure that they fulfill their destinies. I think a bloodline of wolves should be their knights and servants one day.”, The wolf nodded to her in response then laid against her in an attempt to comfort her—Cadria felt a little more at peace but still grieved for her sister before letting out a mighty roar that could be heard throughout the land, leaving many to know of the loss.


Shemiza returned back to his room by crashing into it through the window, heaving as he laid there like the miserable creature he was. His father soon opened the door and watched him in shock, he noticed the drastic changes of his son’s body and gulped. “Shemiza, where were you all this time?” No response was given when asked, just the sound of a calm wind blowing outside and leaves rustling from ash trees. Fear began coursing through Shemiza’s father—nothing but silence from his son who had his back turned from him. The frightened angel unsheathed his sword from behind as quietly as possible, approaching Shemiza with ease so he would not startle him, “Son, I can see now you aren’t what we need. I feel that your hands have been stained with the blood of the innocent. I am afraid this must end before it’s too late.” The sword was risen up his head and ready to strike down Shemiza. Yet before this could happen, the hybrid turned to him quickly and grabbed his father’ by the arms—the two wrestled and fought briefly before Shemiza finally pinned him against the wall. “Not even I will let you get in the way of my goals, dear father.” Said Shemiza in a menacing tone who then moved his hands up to the angel’s eyes and gouged them out with his thumbs which only caused a scream of pain as death took over. The body hit the floor with a thud and turned into nothing but white ashes.
Shemiza stared down at the ashes before he knelt down to scoop them up in his hands then dropped them into his mouth—the taste was like powdered flesh to him which left some kind of satisfaction. He began smearing the ashes across his face with whispers echoing throughout his head.
A sudden pain shot through his body and he began to change once more—the pain was intense and left him thrashing. Muscles grew and ached while bones stretched, his appearance soon looked less human and more like a giant snake that had been merged with a goat and lion. Veins were bulging on his body and face while blood flooded from his mouth and onto the floor.
“It hurts more than anything, I feel like I’m going to die!” Shemiza cried out in his now distorted voice, burning tears of pain streamed down his cheeks and felt like fire searing through his flesh, his skin turned flakey and scaley—violent coughs forced their way out of his throat and with another scream, the pain finally stopped then collapsed onto the floor whilst staring up at the ceiling.
There was nothing but silence and the sound of Shemiza’s shaky breathing—whispers still spoke to him throughout his head yet his expression was blank, “Chaos...I am the embodiment of Chaos.” He mumbled this realization to himself and began to cry once more, only this time with tears of absolute joy that still burned but the pain from it was ignored. “I-I have become one of those lesser gods!” This so-called revelation he had discovered finally made him realize another thing: He was her prophet and the bringer of a new empire and new era.
Shemiza stood back up and picked up even more ashes then smeared them onto his body—drawing symbols that were like the ones painted on his walls. While this was being done, footsteps were heard down the halls and seemed to be heading towards his room, the hybrid hissed as he heard this but decided to flee so he left his room through the window in a hurry while storm clouds moved over the land.
Rain began pouring and soaked Shemiza, washing the ashes away that left permanent stains on his skin before he found a cave and sought refuge within it. He tore away at his already ruined clothes that had been ripped from transformation and was left with nothing but a loincloth, the sound of heavy rain could be heard from outside the cave and thunder clashed. This now mutated creature leaned back against the walls of the cave while his head raced with anxiety and excitement, “I-I promise to bring you back, you will be a goddess of chaos. I see now that I am your prophet. I-I will be the king of both Ralam and Tulim and make this universe bow to you...I now know what I must do.” Shemiza cackled as he spoke to himself while looking down at the palm of his hand—his burning eyes staring down then became locked in some kind of trance.