1 The beginning.

The story of the greek gods has been passed down as legend for centuries, the story of 'Zeus' killing his father was the beginning of it all.

What if I told you the cycle never ended, that the name 'Zeus' isn't a name at all, its a title gained through the act of staining your hands with ones own blood.

The story begins as life does in the modern day, in a hospital bed, with a baby's cry and the joy of bringing a new life into this reality.

"Waa, Waah!!" The cries escape the sterile white walls of the hospital room, echoing and reverberating in the ears of the doctor, nurse, and the happy couple.

"Waa, Waah," as the cries ring out the lights in the room flicker on and off but oddly enough the flickering is mostly ignored by the individuals in the room.

"Shhhhhh," the baby's mother says softly as she rocks her baby in her arms. Her jet black hair swaying as she moves back and forth. Her black, seemingly bottomless eyes smiling as she continues to console her son. Her rosy cheeks slowly pull back as she reveals a smile to match her son smiling up at her. Her fair skin creates an outstanding contrast to her hair and black eyes, an almost glowing, breath taking women indeed.

Her son's father sitting off in the corner of the room admiring them both with his teeth on full display.

"John, stop grinning like an idiot and come hold our son," she exclaims teasingly. John immediately tries to hide his facial expression, to no avail, before rising from his seat and walking over. His feet almost skipping as he hurridely steps, reaches down and receives his son in his arms.

"John," she esclaims softly,

" Promise me you will take the utmost care of him," she continues solemly. John who was locked into staring into his son's abyss like black eyes, has his attention immediately ripped away upon hearing her words. He say nothing but his eyes plead with her to not leave him, to stay by his side but he can't seem to find his words.

"John we've discussed this," she says as her eyes begin to moisten.

"What is already set in stone cannot be changed." Her words cause John's hearr to sink as he stands there staring at her with their baby in his arms.

"Go on John you leave first," she exclaims looking averting her eyes from his gaze. John continues to stare but upon her turning away simply begins to hold their son tighter as he walks towards the rooms door.

John suddenly stops upon reaching the door and turns his head around to be greeted by her eyes staring at him as tears escape them. He feels a lump in his throat as the words he were just about to say leave him, he stand there dumbfounded.

"N...Name," he stutters, the only word that seems to have the will to escape his mouth. Upon hearing him she wipes her tears from her face, as she forms a weak smile,

"Orian." she says staring into John's eyes. Upon hearing her speak their son's name John once again begins to stare deeply into the boy's eyes.

"Orian," he says smiling at the baby in his arms.

"Orian.." he says once more before opening the door and exitting the hospital room.