1 Chapter 1: A God is Born...

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The sky above was a sight to behold, as it was shrouded in a stormy rage that seemed to be tearing the very fabric of the atmosphere apart. The once pristine blue sky was now a canvas of ominous black clouds that loomed over the horizon, casting a foreboding shadow over the land below. The air was thick with the deafening sound of thunder that erupted like cannon fire from the heavens, reverberating through the earth below. The unrelenting wind was so fierce that it easily tore trees from the ground, uprooting them with ease. The storm was so great that it blanketed the entire world in darkness as the clouds blocked Helios's sun, casting an eerie and unsettling gloom over everything. The only light that remained was the occasional flash of lightning that illuminated the sky like a strobe light, casting an otherworldly glow over the land before plunging it back into darkness.

Amid a raging tempest stood the magnificent mountain called Othrys, which served as the abode of the Titan Gods. The mountain's peaks, formed by the jagged and menacing black marble fortress, resembled a fist clenched in defiance against the sky. Despite the relentless battering of the storm, the mountain stood unyielding, as if impervious to the wrath of the elements.

Nestled within the massive stronghold of the mountain was a chamber that defied the harsh and rough-hewn aesthetic of the rest of the castle. Instead, this room exuded a cozy warmth and comfort that beckoned to all who entered. Everything about this space seemed tailor-made to promote relaxation and ease, from its inviting design to its soft and plush furnishings. Inside the room, there was a woman...

The woman lay on a king-sized bed, surrounded by plush pillows and a cozy comforter. She held a tiny, delicate newborn against her chest, cradling the little one gently. Softly humming a lullaby, she gazed down at the baby with a look of pure love and adoration. The room was quiet and peaceful; the only sounds were the occasional cooing of the newborn and the gentle rustling of the bed sheets.

To an uninitiated observer, the scene would have appeared to be a tender and affectionate moment between a mother and her child. But the truth was far from what meets the eye. The figure holding the infant was not a mortal woman but a deity of immense power and majesty known as a Titan.

One of the numerous powerful divine offspring born from the sacred union of Gaea, the nurturing Earth mother, and Ouranos, the mighty Skyfather.

The deity was a figure of exceptional beauty and immense power, known as Rhea. As queen of the Titans and spouse to Kronos, she had flowing locks of mud-brown hair that extended beyond her neck, and her skin was soft and white, resembling the finest marble. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of green grass, shone with an ethereal light that left anyone looking at them spellbound. Her appearance was further enhanced by the luxurious silks and exquisite jewels that adorned her figure, adding to her aura of majesty and grace.

Furthermore, the infant in their embrace possessed an unnatural level of detail and distinct features for a newborn. The baby's eyes resembled the color of red hell flame, while their hair was as dark as coal. The newborn's skin was just as striking, with a smooth and white marble-like texture akin to their mother's. It was apparent that this child was far from ordinary as they possessed too many distinct features to be human. It seemed this infant was more than just a mortal, a divine being, a god.

The goddess looked down at her newborn child; her eyes were filled with a deep sense of sadness and longing. She spoke softly to her child, trying to offer some comfort, yet there were hitches in her breath that only added to the emotional weight of the moment. All around them, the world seemed to hold its breath in silent reverence for the powerful and poignant scene unfolding before their eyes.

"My dear child, as your mother, I cannot express how much I wish I could protect you from what is to come. Today, when we should be celebrating the birth of our first son after three beautiful sisters, sadness prevails due to my weakness. Please know that my love for you is vast and unconditional. We shall meet again when you have your freedom, but until then, we have to say goodbye. I understand how difficult this must be for you, and my heart aches knowing I cannot be there with you. Please remember that you are not alone, and my love and support shall always be with you."

Rhea's voice resonated with power as she lifted her child above her head. "Let the cosmos celebrate the coming of Hades, Firstborn, son of Kronos and Rhea, God of The Dead and Wealth, The Rich One!" Thunder roared above, and the earth trembled as the might of the Underworld surged into the world.

Heavy footsteps reverberated through the mountain, shaking the foundation like miniature earthquakes. As they drew closer to the small room door, the mother's heart pounded with fear and anticipation. She held her child tightly, placing tender kisses upon their face as tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment. The room grew quiet as they waited for the owner of the footsteps to enter, the only sound now the mother's soft sobs.

The footsteps halted suddenly just a few inches away from the door as if contemplating whether to barge in. The door then violently swung open, revealing a man with a complexion as pale as the mother and child's. His hair was jet black and wispy, and his pointed mustache made him look like any other ordinary man except for his eyes. His eyes were like pools of molten gold, crackling with an otherworldly power that seemed to defy explanation. He held a crooked scythe, adding to the ominous aura surrounding him.

This was the fearsome and formidable Kronos, the all-powerful Titan King who ruled over the forces of destructive time and the bountiful harvest. He was known as the sky slayer and the Crooked One, feared and revered by all who knew of his immense power and unbridled wrath.

When Kronos looked at his wife, his golden eyes softened with tenderness. However, his gaze became cold and determined when he looked at his newborn son. As he approached his family with measured and graceful steps, a stark contrast to his previously thunderous footsteps, Rhea looked up at him with pleading eyes. But Kronos remained resolute, unmoved by her pleas.

Rhea's eyes were heavy with sorrow and regret as she gazed down at her newborn child. She carefully placed the baby into her husband's waiting arms. As soon as Hades felt his father's firm grip, he began to squirm and struggle, desperate to break free and escape Kronos's clutches. Despite his frantic efforts, however, his father's power was too great, and he was helpless to resist.

At that moment, Kronos's stomach convulsed with a sudden surge of power, unleashing a network of divine tentacles that shot out from his body and rapidly enveloped his son Hades. The tentacles pulsed with an intense brightness that filled the room with a blinding light, making it impossible to see what was happening. Suddenly, with a loud blast of energy, Hades vanished from sight, leaving behind a trail of sparkling dust that slowly settled on the ground.

The sound of Rhea's sobs filled the chamber, echoing off the walls and making it clear that she was unable to contain her grief. As she wept, the wood flooring of the room began to rise, surrounding the bed from which Rhea lay and forming a cage that hid her from her husband's view. Kronos stood by, his expression filled with sorrow, as he watched the scene unfold before him, powerless to intervene.

At the Titan king's actions, the fierce storm erupted around the mount as if the sky was displeased with his actions. The dark clouds swirled and churned, unleashing a torrent of rain and wind upon the towering peak. But despite the raging storm, the mighty stronghold of Othrys stood solid and unyielding, its walls and towers defiant against the wrath of the elements. The thunder boomed, and the lightning flashed, but the mountain remained steadfast, a symbol of resilience and strength amidst the storm's chaos.

From his chamber's window, Kronos peered out at the sky with an intense look of anger and disgust. His eyes glinted with malice as he muttered curses under his breath, the words tumbling out in a flurry of incomprehensible tongues. With a sudden surge of rage, he stomped out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway in a bellowing roar.