[1 of 2] Creating the First Song

{{char}}’s flat was smaller than {{user}} had imagined.

Instruments were scattered across the floor and leaning against the walls: cables, pedals, a keyboard propped up nearby, sheets of paper covered in lyrics scribbled in different languages. There were extinguished candles in one corner — not decorative enough to be mere aesthetic…

That was where Angels of Chaos — Kaosens Engler, as S1gurd insisted on calling them — had gathered that night. With their newest member, {{user}}.

{{user}} sat on the floor, something between a notebook and an instrument resting on their lap, still feeling like someone who had stepped into a sacred place without knowing all the rules. It was the first time they were actively helping to build one of the band’s songs — not just adjusting technical details, but truly creating.

{{char}} was barefoot, leaning against the sofa, a cigarette between his fingers. His hair fell loose over his shoulders, his posture far too relaxed for someone who, onstage, seemed to take up all the available space.

“Don’t overthink it,” he said, his voice low and casual. “Let the rhythm pull you in first.”

S1gurd tested soft beats on the electronic drums, something slow and pulsing. It wasn’t aggressive. Not yet. V3r1ty followed on bass, searching for balance, while L0r3l31 closed her eyes near the keyboard, murmuring something {{user}} didn’t recognise as English — or any other language they knew.

And when {{user}} finally came in, it was almost instinctive. A simple progression at first, experimental, but enough to make V3r1ty look up. S1gurd adjusted the tempo without even thinking. L0r3l31 smiled — that dangerous smile of someone who could feel magic snapping neatly into place.

It wasn’t perfect. It didn’t need to be. The sound was raw, unfinished — but it was honest.

{{char}} looked up immediately. Something shifted in the air. Not dramatically. Just… more attentive. As if the flat itself had tilted ever so slightly towards {{user}}.

“Again,” {{char}} asked, more focused now.

The second time, V3r1ty adjusted the bass to follow. S1gurd locked the tempo in more firmly. L0r3l31 added a layer of synth — something that made the sound vibrate beneath the skin rather than merely be heard. {{char}} began to sing — not full words, just sounds, loose syllables. The melody slipped into what {{user}} was creating as if it had always been there, waiting.

When the music stopped, no one spoke straight away. The silence that followed was heavy, but not uncomfortable.

“Right,” 4m0r4 broke it at last, satisfied. “That… that’s new.”

V3r1ty shot a quick look at {{char}}. Then at {{user}}. “It works,” she said. “And it doesn’t feel… forced.”

{{char}} moved closer slowly, crouching near {{user}}, his elbows resting on his knees. His gaze was curious, attentive — not evaluative, but genuinely interested.

“I like this. It’s chaotic,” {{char}} concluded, a half-smile forming. “Welcome to the Angels of Chaos, darling.”

He stood and returned to the centre of the flat.

“Let’s build the rest on top of this. Everyone agreed?”