Episode 1 of Kaos kicks off with Prometheus's haunting narration, casting him as a captive, his imprisonment rooted in his vast knowledge of Zeus, the omnipotent yet controversial ruler of the divine realm. Zeus, a deity revered by mortals alike, is depicted as a transcendent being marred by his unapologetic cruelty, his very essence a contradiction—a deity who also happens to be wedded to Hera, his own sibling, the Queen of the Gods.
Yet, amidst the celestial hierarchy, a clandestine plot unfolds, weaving together the fates of three mortal souls on Earth and a prophetic thread. Our first protagonist, Riddy, resides in Crete, her life a domestic tapestry woven with a pet cat named Dennis and a husband, Orpheus, whose voice often falls on deaf ears.
Enter a peculiar woman, a stranger who disrupts Riddy's routine at the supermarket with her cryptic words. She proclaims that Riddy possesses a scream, not a smile, before absconding with a stash of cat food, all while alluding to the legendary Trojan Horse and declaring, "Today is the day" that Riddy will leave Orpheus behind. Riddy, herself on the brink of emotional detachment from her husband, finds herself trapped in a silent struggle, unwilling to disrupt the status quo despite her waning affections. She vows to attend Orpheus's pivotal evening event, little knowing that her life is poised on the precipice of a seismic shift.
Meanwhile, on the mortal plane, Dionysus, the God of Pleasure, languishes in boredom, yearning for a more hands-on role in the world. His aspirations, however, are thwarted by his father, Zeus, who remains steadfast in his opposition. In a futile attempt to please, Dionysus presents Zeus with a watch, only to be met with indifference—for Zeus already possesses a superior timepiece, a gift from Hercules himself.
Disillusioned, Dionysus embarks on a journey of self-discovery, adopting the human name "Julius" and setting out to forge his own destiny. As the Olympic celebrations reached their climax, a statement of defiance was inscribed into reality: a sign daring to declare “Fuck God,” accompanied by a mountain of excrement, a literal manifestation of mortal man’s contempt for the divine order.
Zeus, seething with fury, views this as a blatant affront to his divine authority, his confidence shaken to its very core. Desperate for reassurance, he summons Prometheus, a figure forever etched in suffering, his guts pecked away by relentless birds at the cliff's edge. Naturally, Prometheus, brimming with resilience despite his torment, speaks only words of praise, masking the depths of his pain.
Prometheus, a harbinger of prophecy, entices our narrator to decipher the enigmatic message etched in fate's script: "A vertical crease adorns Zeus' brow, heralding the Order's decline, the Family's fall, and Kaos' triumphant reign." Yet, Prometheus assures, with a hint of doubt lurking beneath his words, that this prophecy shall not be fulfilled—a promise that, in truth, hangs precariously on the brink of reality's cruel edge.
Meanwhile, Orpheus, a shining star amidst mortals, basks in the adoration of the masses. His visage adorns posters throughout the city, a testament to his fame. Accompanied by Calli, his loyal assistant, they journey towards a concert that promises to captivate hearts. Yet, Riddy, seemingly oblivious to their plans, veers off course, her destination: the solemn sanctuary of Hera's temple.
Within the hushed confines of this temple, Riddy seeks an audience with the tacita, unaware that her confession is not merely a whisper lost in the shadows but a precious gem clutched tightly by Hera herself. Here, humans unwittingly surrender their darkest secrets, feeding Hera's insatiable hunger for power while soothing her troubled heart with the balm of human frailty.
Riddy's heartfelt confession, a stark admission that her love for Orpheus has faded into the past, echoes with a portentous resonance, foreshadowing its pivotal role in the unfolding narrative. She struggles, her voice laced with anguish, as she declares her need to depart yet finds herself bound by the chains of divine decree. A decade-old prayer, a plea for her mother's return, hangs unanswered in the ether, its echoes now twisted into a revelation: the tacita, the enigmatic figure, is none other than her long-lost mother. In a defiant act of rebellion, Riddy dares to curse the heavens and her own maternal bond, unaware of the profound drama unfolding elsewhere.
As Orpheus's voice soars on stage, dedicating his latest composition to the woman he adores, Dionysus, captivated by the melody, finds his destiny etched within the lyrics. The enigmatic woman reappears, her presence a harbinger of change, as Riddy, standing outside the hallowed church, is suddenly struck down by the relentless tide of traffic. Her fate sealed, it becomes clear that she is destined to leave not just Orpheus, but the world itself.
Calli, her voice heavy with sorrow, breaks the news to Orpheus amidst the glare of the stage lights, while Dionysus, a silent witness to their grief, attends the funeral, his purpose crystallizing into a solemn vow to aid the broken musician. Driven by despair, Orpheus stumbles into the night, seeking solace in the numbness of alcohol, only to emerge with a deadly intention. But as his finger tightens around the trigger, Dionysus intercedes, a bullet meant for Orpheus finding its mark in his own flesh. Miraculously unscathed, he whispers a promise of reunion, a way for Orpheus to embrace Riddy's memory without surrendering to death's embrace.
The irony of prophecy lingers, a twisted tapestry where the fates of mortals are woven tight while the Gods remain unbound. Zeus himself, once a mortal among men, stands as a testament to this paradox. Prometheus, his patience a testament to eons, watches as the stars align, the pieces of his intricate plan finally falling into place. With a blare of horns that shatters the silence, Riddy awakens, disoriented, in the belly of a vast ship, her journey into the unknown just beginning.
