Prince of Deep

Prince of Deep was powerful creature in Deep Chaos, an existing being with its own name, as chaotic and unpredictable as its surrondings.
It was mostly interested in spinning its own stories, beautiful and full of imagination, so much indeed, that many other powerful creatures deemed themselves to rather be characters and antagonists in the stories of Prince of Deep, rather than spinning stories of their own. And Prince of Deep alloved them to come, as long as they accepted the rules in its stories.
Even when the Reality suddenly emerged from Deep Chaos and forced the interest of many into itself, making them enthralled with itself, Prince of Deep was one of those rare, who did not only manage to ignore it, a show of huge power in itself, but actually managed to forget that it even existed, amusing itself with its own stories, remaining in its own part of Deep Chaos (so far as there can be parts in there).

Then, when Prince of Deep was in middle of its story of beams of blue and apple tears and peacock scales, something came out from Reality, changed in its way  throught the Chaos but kept its direction. It ended up right into Prince of Deeps story.
And it forced laws into there.
Orange is not sound, fish don't fly, snow falls down and doesn't egual four, it claimed.
Prince of Deep tried to argue it, but it didn't waver.
There are up and down, and ceiling is up and not for playing music, it stated.
Prince of Deep tried to force it away or make it something else, but it didn't bend.
Trees grow from earth and sky is above and...

Prince was at rage.
It left its story under the banal laws that the something forced upon it, and followed its trail away. And then it saw the Reality. And it saw the laws and restrictions  in there and it knew where the something had come from.
Full of righteous hate for the interfierence, it closed in for the Reality... And was struckt again!
The Reality had nerve to try to force its laws upon the Prince of Deep!
Retreating, fast, mad and injured, Prince of Deep veiled itself into Chaos, lurking the edges of Reality, examining it from distance.

It was boring and dull.
Patterns and patterns of same actions, happenings, emotions over and over and over again.
But the Prince of Deep was still angry and wanted to know why that something had arrived to its story with its laws.
And so, after examining the boring, banal laws and actions, Prince of Deep weaved a form for itself, crossed over the Veil, and was no more...