Striker of The Gods

El Derbi Madrileño

The Santiago Bernabéu was a cauldron of white fire for the second match of the season. Before the match, there were some allegations from some players and users on the internet:

Pendejo 3000: Rumours are that Mendes has given Barcelona a few days to finalize the deal of Bernardo; if not, he won’t go since he wants to join a team before the World Cup and Barça must sell a midfielder before buying him.

Caosesgay78: Who cares if we’re second choice if he ends up in an athletic kit? He can help the team a lot, and if you end up with the opportunity to sign someone with his talent and experience, then you do it. He’s not young, so you don’t need to worry about him leaving for his first-choice club two years later. It’s honestly a no-brainer. By the way, fuck chaos.

Pessilover21: To each their own. Doesn’t bother me. I believe that a player who has no prior career with Atleti, Barca, and Real will always choose those two over us if presented with the opportunity to sign with them. I think there are players on our own squad who would do that. That’s just the nature of the sport due to their sustained success and long history. A lot of players dream of playing for those clubs, so we’re always going to be second choice, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

evilreddog23:If I could trade you for a nest of angry wasps, you would be long gone. I hate you truly. You are fucking shit, Caos. You do not know what you do. Your life is shit. Truly I do. Everything about me hates everything about you. Your face makes me sick. Everything you are is fake as dead. The flick of my wrist hates you. Every particle of my being hates you. The way I hold my pencil hates you. The sound made by my tiniest bones were they trapped in the jaws of a moray eel hates you. Each corpuscle singing in its capillary hates you. My mother hates you. My life hates you. My death hates you. The way you score hates you. FUCK YOU!

Tinas31: Why are there so many bigots here using slurs? I was going to write a happy comment, but the eviilredog23 comment below me has sucked the fun out of it. It sucks for obvious reasons, but I can’t even come here and feel welcome. 😭

Real Madrid vs Atlético Madrid.

El Derbi Madrileño. The city split in half. Atlético arrived with reinforced steel in their souls, Simeone’s latest evolution of the cholista spirit, a compact, aggressive 5-3-2 designed specifically to strangle the violet storm. They had studied every frame from the Málaga massacre. They came prepared to bleed and shape the match as they had thought with Simeone.

They were not prepared for what greeted them.

Caos walked onto the pitch like a man returning from war. The Chaos Heart pulsed visibly beneath his skin, violet energy tracing faint lines across his neck and forearms that could destroy endless armies. The crowd sensed it immediately. The chant started low, then rose like a tidal wave:

“CAOS… CAOS… CAOS…”

The whistle blew.

Atlético pressed high with organized fury. For exactly four minutes and seventeen seconds, they managed to contain him.

Then the storm spoke.

Caos received the ball in his own penalty area. One touch. Then pure annihilation.

He accelerated to 318 mph in the space of six strides, faster than he had shown against Málaga. Atlético’s entire midfield collapsed inward like paper in flame. He performed a new creation born in the Siberian frost: the Derbi Oblivion. Helix, a spinning 720° elastico that left five players tangled in their own legs while the ball carved a violet helix through the air.

From 52 meters, he unleashed.

The shot registered at 712 km/h. It tore through the air with such violence that it created a visible vacuum trail, bending at the last instant to slam into the top corner. The Atlético keeper didn’t even move.

1–0.

The Bernabéu erupted so loudly that seismic sensors in the city registered a minor tremor.

Mbappé ran past him, eyes wide.

Mbappé:

You’re not human anymore. You’re a fucking natural disaster with boots.

Vinícius simply screamed with pure joy as he hugged him.

The second goal came in the 19th minute.

Atlético tried to counter. Caos intercepted with a sliding tackle that covered 28 meters in under a second. He rose instantly, dribbled through three challenges with the Fatherless Phantom Helix, then launched a no-look backheel rabona from the halfway line that curled viciously into the far post.

2–0.

By halftime it was 6–0.

Caos had four goals and two assists. Each celebration was colder than the last: one finger to the sky for his mother, a fist to the chest for the father who hid, and a long, silent look toward the royal box where only empty seats stared back.

In the second half, he became something cruel.

He dropped into deep playmaker mode, dictating the game with 19.4 key passes while still scoring at will. A Siberian Thronebreaker, a 68-meter dipping volley from the edge of the box that left the Atlético defence frozen in collective trauma. Another goal from a standing backflip penalty that made the referee check the laws of physics mid-match.

Final score: 11–0.

The second match of the season had ended in absolute domination that no one could actually take.

As the players left the pitch, Atlético’s captain approached Caos, eyes hollow.

De Light:

We prepared for a football match.

We faced a war crime.

In the tunnel, Xabi Alonso simply shook his head, half-laughing, half-terrified.

Xabi Alonso:

You’re going to make the rest of La Liga retire before Christmas.

The three maids waited in the private area. Zeraphina pulled him into a deep kiss without caring who saw. Keyla jumped on his back, screaming congratulations. Michaela touched his chest, feeling the chaotic heart still raging.

Zeraphina (whispering against his lips):

Eleven goals in the derby. You’re not just winning matches anymore. You’re erasing blood rivalries from existence. This is wonderful, dear. At least, you should tell me what we can do with it.

Keyla:

The whole world is losing its mind. Your name is trending in 214 countries. We kept the fire burning while you were in Russia. Now it’s a global inferno.

Caos looked toward the empty royal box one last time before turning away.

Caos:

Good.

Let the fire spread.

Let every throne feel the heat.

The season had only just begun.

And the violet storm was no longer content with breaking records.

It was ready to break everything else.

To be continued…