Rush Against Time.

A/N: I'm tired,man. Like really tired. Just... Ask me anything if you're confused.

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The war drums are being drummed, the earth shakes with the feet of giant's, Titans and all that's divine. Trumpet sang a song of murder, blood and sins.

And so, Icarus' want to arm his children with the strongest tools there are. Swords made by a God, devastating Magecraft, Martial prowess and let them learn the incoherent ability to manipulate the cosmo. The Primordial forces of the cosmo, the Nodes, the very stars and the entire milky way.

He'll teach them how to dismantle the tapestry of the universe and all there is and woven their aspect at the very fabric of reality.

He will make them aliens. We will make them Eldritch.

And oh. The whisperers are back again. The whispers of them at the Other side.

Maddening tongue of incoherent that will make any mortal either mad instantly or try to pluck their eyeball in their out.

With great power came the ability to just ignore things, and refuge in apathy, Icarus' had found.

Power is not something a person can pursue. Power is not for the weak.

Icarus opens his Necronomicon again. The whisperers not stopping one bit. His immature eldritch soul strained and his infant alien mind trying and failing to comprehend the forbidden tongue.

His Memory Partition branching out in hundred rooms, burning his brain in the attempt to compartmentalise and categorise the tongue. And his Thought Acceleration speeding his mind to the point that the world stood still. His already enhanced senses that can see the world in slow motion was cranked up to eleven.

So filthy [Glitch]

The unending pages of the Necronomicon shuffled and shuffled until two pages fluttered down.

Icarus raised a brow. He crouched down to pick them and try to read them.

They're written in the forbidden tongue. He can comprehend a few dialects in this tongue of dialectic madness. Like a foreigner learning the local language.

Oh, but this is not a language does it?

It took a few hours to crack and translate the two pages of two paragraphs.

The whisperers warned, Revelations given and discarded.

But first, Icarus shuffled the pages until he found what he wanted.

The potion of Eternity.

The potion that will prolong a person's life until the very stars burn. Until the very local galaxy dismantled and tapestry unwoven.

Icarus' soul is immortal but his mortal body isn't. This potion will rejuvenate his body until the end of days.

Icarus' eyes jumped to the ingredients and environmental conditions it can be boiled.

One litre of Goddess of Life blood.

Full blue moon.

High quality layline

Eyes Of Basilisk

At Witches hour.

The whisperers cautioned. Icarus ignored them.

After memorising the whole page of the Eternity potion, he moved one. He can feel the stirring of madness and insanity in his soul as he uses this thing for too long.

Icarus moved on in Magecraft and Rituals.

He memorised some useful Magecraft to teach his children and closed the book with a snap.

"Nghn." Icarus sighed and breathed deeply as the pressure upon his soul and mind disappeared.

And of course, for every action, there's the opposite reaction. 

No matter how much he uses this blusted book, he will inherit some certain characteristics. He will get mad, he will be insane or utterly apathetic to everything.

This is the reason why he doesn't use this thing frequently. For every use, he will have to wait for about a year for the eldritch energies to settle in him. 

It is not much of a condition but more of Icarus' restraining himself.

No matter his apparent limited resistance against the corruption of the Necronomicon, he's not immune to it.

All this time he had been lazy and not trying hard. But this time. He'll take an active role in teaching his children.

He'll make them monsters.

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As more days past since he has acquired his True form or as he liked to call it Eldritch Form, he had been aware of his lack of emotions. When he first aquired it, his form was unstable but the more time went by, the more it slowly but surely became conjointly into his being at a conceptual level.

Since even the being known as Icarus lack even the basics of what made human, Human. Unlike Reverus who's idea of 'hollow' is of a human with no apparent goals and desire. On some bad days, even emotions. You just be a being of apathy.

Icarus' idea of 'hollow' means all that but with no heart. Icarus doesn't even have one of the most important organs in the human body. 

Consequences are a thing. And Icarus has found some repercussions from his knowledge sludge fest. With great power came the ability to just ignore things, and refuge in apathy, Icarus' had found.

It's easy to just… not care ya know? To view the world as a 2D drawing and reign in your apathy.

It's just so goddamn easy to see this as a game.

And that's what made it scary.

But it doesn't matter. Icarus is not the most moral guy you can find on the block.

….

Finally, After days (read: hours) of trudging, they've finally found the great castle of the demon king— ahem, Hephaestus.

It's a grand castle that sits beside a giant active volcano. It has a giant bronze gate with a massive symbol of two crossed hammers.

Icarus finally sighed in relief.

"Well, looks like we're here." Icarus announced looking at his tired children.

"Urgh, Teacher….." Jason moaned.

Jason was tired. Anyone looking at him would know that. His legs trembled because of the exertion and his clothes were soaked in sweat.

Asclepius was not better. Since he stubbornly refused to discard his heavy robes in favour of light clothing, he looked seconds away from fainting or having a heatstroke.

Icarus resisted groaning. "I'll have to beat physical conditioning in your lot."

Icarus took a few water skins in his PPD and threw it at them.

Icarus walked near the gate to try and see if they could get in. Before he can so much than touch the gate—

"What do you want?"

A clear, curt and dry voice sounded from the gate?

Icarus pursed his lips. 

"Forgive me but are you perchance Lord Hephaestus?" Icarus stood his ground and asked.

The voice grunted out, "I am. What do you want."

Icarus frowned. Rude much?

"I beseech lord Hephaestus to commission us weapons."

He won't let them get in his castle, would he? My, gods are certainly an unpleasant bunch to meet, non?

"Your kind always do, don't they? How many?" Annoyance coloured Hephaestus' voice.

"Two, my lord."

And of course, Icarus was expecting the god to ask them what type of weapon's they'll like but—

"Right. I'm sure you didn't expect this weapons to be free."

It wasn't a question.

Icarus' lips twitched and turned downwards.

"Surely, you can't think that bad of me, my lord." Icarus was getting… annoyed.

"Ask that to your kind this past century." Barely hidden anger, "I'll give you a quest."

The god didn't wait for Icarus to agree or to affirm anything.

"You shall hunt the Nemean Lion and acquire its two front fangs. You shall also hunt Ares familiar's and get eight bronze feather's, and so shall a Basilisk scales and poison fangs…. Without Magecraft or any mystic codes. Now go."

Coincidence? I think not!

"Before we go, can you built me a mage tower pl—"

And suddenly an a Invisible force rebuffed them. So powerful was the telekinesis force that Icarus and his children flew.

But of course, how can Icarus not see? He did but unfortunately, was not fast enough to actually do anything but angle his body so the force (telekinesis henceforth) won't break anything important. Not that he will be injured but one can't argue against instincts.

"Come, Iris." 

Icarus' summoned his mirror and it duplicated itself as two flew to his children and one enlarge in front of him.

Another three sets of large mirrors appeared on the ground as Icarus got out of his now portal-like mirror.

"Hey, you injured?" Icarus asked Jason, seeing him wince slightly.

Jason waved him away, "Nothing bad."

Icarus regarded Asclepius who didn't say anything other than a nod.

Icarus sighed. "Sorry about that." His tone, soft and apologetic.

"It's fine. It's not your fault." Jason reassured him.

Icarus huffed but not unkind. "Try to heal Jason, Asclepius." 

Although he spoke lightly and softly, Icarus felt rage.

Hot, white, bubbling rage.

Wrath stirred in him like a bubbling witch pot.

Icarus sets his eyes at the castle again and vowed.

He'll start with Hephaestus when killing Gods. He'll torture him so much he'll wish death. He'll wish oblivion, the sweet embrace and bliss of darkness.

And Icarus will laugh at his face as he denies his wish.

Icarus took a deep breath.

'Alright. It seems I was too passive. I became a doormat, a pushover. Well, let's see who will last between me and you, no?'

Icarus closed his eyes and smiled.

It was not a kind smile.

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A furry of steps and flaps of chiton was heard before person in question push open a door and not closing it in their way in.

It was not needed as the door closed by itself.

The person quicky got down and bowed his head in front of the throne before him.

"M-my lord. I've located the targets."

A beat.

"And?"

The person spoke again. "The god has given them a quest, my lord."

"Leave." An order.

"C-certainly!" The person got up and hurried outside.

Silence. 

The person on the throne lowered his head in what can be seen as a bow, his voice noticably softer.

"My, lord."

Another person left the shadows, "I'll deal with them. And oh, it looks like they picked up the spawn of Zeus," The cloaked person hummed, "No matter. Maybe this will kickstart the War if I kill the two demigods of Zeus and Apollo?"

The person on the throne winced slightly.

"My lord, what about the one with rainbow coloured eyes?" The person asked.

The cloaked entity snorted. "He'll be yours to ellict your disgusting pleasure upon." 

The person flushed red in embarrassed but didn't say anything.

The entity barked out a rough, dark laughter.

"My, the up coming war would certainly be delicious!" The entity licked it's lips in anticipation.

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And thus, this was later became known as the [Trinity Quest]. A quest that many professor's argued and debated over, over centuries that it was the start of [Retracted] journey on becoming thee Sovereignty.

— Said the Vice Dean of University of Limpopo, Turfloop, to his students.