Once upon a time in Greek mythology there was Chaos. She was a great nothingness before there was anything else or anyone at all, other than herself. She was all alone and existed in a horrible void without light or land or water or stars or time. She was miserable and it made her feel hateful and resentful, though there was no one and nothing to resent or hate. She endured this for some time roiling in her lonely absence of anything until finally she was joined by others.
Gaea, Tartarus and Eros came to her from nowhere.
As soon as she became aware of them, she started with utter shock. “Who are you?!” she roared. They were too shocked to answer at first. As soon as she’d said the words, she wondered if what she saw was a figment of her sorrowful desire for something other than herself, or maybe a waking dream born of her rage at being so alone. Whatever the case, the thought flashed through her that perhaps her imaginings could become creation
The first to reply to Gaea was Tartarus, “Who, above the underworld, are you, and what makes you think you can demand our names?”
Chaos had not recovered from her shock, and at this afront began to growl, lowly, but building quickly. Tartarus began to swell in keeping with the sound. Eros sprang to intercede. Tartarus, my friend, let us not take offense so quickly. Let us try to relieve the lady of whatever distresses her. Then perhaps we can speak amicably.” Tartarus harrumphed deep in his chest but deflated himself visibly, so much was he influenced by Eros.
Having had time to recover herself Chaos was now simply agape at not being alone and was utterly speechless. However, finding the two gods and the lovely Gaea now regarding her with mild curiosity, she stammered as she again inquired much more politely, “I wondered who you are? I, myself, am called Chaos.”
“Mysterious Chaos,” Eros crooned, “you will need to learn that it is not safe to give away so much so quickly. Names are very powerful. But we are equals here and without design, so we can return your confidence without fear. I am Eros, love. This is Tartarus, the underworld, and Gaea, the earth. How wonderful for us all to meet."
Now Chaos who had always been a void was immediately enthralled with Gaea, the earth. The round firmness of her body with her buxom, rolling mountains and swirling waters. Her verdant flesh seemed ripe and about to burst with life itself. Chaos, for a moment, could do nothing but drink in Gaea’s beauty and energy.
Eros, sensing her distraction, and fighting a bit of jealousy, stepped between them and continued, “Lovely Chaos, we four will surely be friends now that we have met; do you not agree?” Chaos’s trance was broken by his melodic voice and when she turned toward him, she could not be sorry for long; he was as glorious to behold as Gaea. The lines of his limbs and the features of his face delighted her at once. And as soon as his voice died away, she longed for him to speak again that she might continue to hear it. He did not disappoint. “Perhaps we will be even more than friends.” As he said this, he moved closer to her and she regarded his gleaming chest and torso. Deep within her a yearning began that quickly grew into an aching need. But he made her wait. “The four of us will undoubtedly be able to exist very agreeably together. What do you say, Tartarus?”
Chaos had forgotten the dark one until that moment. She turned and regarded him now, apprehensive that her newfound joy should somehow be brought to an end by him, and that she would be the more miserable for having glimpsed something outside her own emptiness. Instead she sensed a strange similarity to herself. He was not empty, but he was not full in the same way that Eros was. Like herself, he was more of mist than light, more of shadow than air. He seemed brooding and deep and she could not deny that he also held a powerful attraction.
But it was with Eros that Chaos and Gaea joined themselves and soon they gave birth to the first children.