From the depths of Chaos's mind, a single thought from her precursors memories bunnledvyobthe surface through the zen of lust that was her existence as the Broodmother Goddess of Monsters. A thought that was one of the oldest and most borne in all of existence despite its brevity. 'Who am I?'
A simple question on the surface, yet upon perusing the previous Chaos's mind, she would find that it was a much more important one in her state. For in a battle of wills like she would face against her precursors sister, the one who know of themselves better would prove the victor.
Even if she were to have time and desire for long self reflection, neither of which were fully true, there was only do far one could go knowing oneself. She would need to see herself through others' eyes. And not just a few, but from hundreds of thousands of her subjects, likely more. Fortunately, there was a quick way for her to do so. Each of her many, many faces vlosed their eyes, each linking to a monster across the multiverse she birthed, unbirthed, and rebirthed.
Chaos was flooded with pleasure as sensation returned to her across the link. Her limbs throwing themselves into an eldritch maturbatory ecstasy. One so great that at that moment she had to pick and choose perspectives. She started with...