Marching Through The Gates of Hell...

Hades POV:

The beginning of the Titanomachy was going about as I expected; we had the raw firepower to overpower the Titans but none of the experience or numbers that would have made such an act possible. What the war was good for, however, was using my newfound power; feeling the divine energy beneath your skin was far different from releasing it on a bunch of lesser deities. Few things were as satisfying as watching entire landscapes be reformed under your power.

If not for my humbling against Atlas, I'd probably have gotten lost in my power. Managing to scatter Krios' essence temporarily was an opportunity I hadn't seen coming, but my progress in manipulating Erebus was far better than what I initially believed; as the God of the Dead in a time before mortal life existed my powers were quite limited so discovering that despite not yet ruling the Underworld, I could still manipulate the darkness of Erebus was a significant boost to my combat abilities.

Overall, the war growing to a standstill did wonders for developing my and my sibling's power; with each battle, our control and connection to our domains grew more potent, so when the time came when Prometheus and Themis defected to our side, I was pretty put down considering it would signify the end of the war. I also knew from my previous life that it would begin our journey down into Tartarus...

Tartarus was the eternal pit of misery and abyss, the prison of eternal torment that even the mightiest Immortals feared. In ancient myth, it was reserved primarily for the enemies of the Gods and the Titans that allied with Kronos. It is said that Tartarus was as far beneath the Underworld as the Underworld was to Olympus and that even Olympians themselves, at the height of their power, would avoid its fiery depths if they could.

This was because Tartarus was the physical manifestation of the eldest son of Gaea and the father of the future defeater of Zeus, Typhon, the father of Monsters, and the Gigantes, or God's Bane. Because Tartraus was neutral towards the Olympians at the best of times and outright hostile on some occasions, and the fact that most of the God's domains would be severely limited so far beneath the surface. It seemed only right that the gods would avoid such a place.

So, when Prometheus and all his wisdom came rolling up to Zeus and telling him wondrous stories of our uncle's monstrous strength, I should have felt an overwhelming sense of dread and anxiety. But whether it be due to my connection to the Underworld and Divinity over the Dead, the prospect of venturing deep beneath the earth and into what was the most horrifying plane of existence filled me with curiosity and excitement.

After all, as the future King of The Underworld, the only known permanent entrance to Tartarus would be through my realm, so it was only fitting I had a natural affinity towards the terrifying hellscape.

Luckily enough for us, while I may not yet be the ruler of the Underworld, my connection to the realm, mixed with my dominion over all precious metals that existed beneath the earth, meant that knowledge of the Underworld's location and how to navigate it was ingrained into my being.

This meant what should have been a far more treacherous journey was shortened into a casual act of shadow travel. I had always been envious of the calmness and strength my brothers gained by being inside their domains, so when we first arrived in the Underworld, a sense of rightness filled my being as well as a jaw-dropping power-up that seemed ridiculous when you consider my already overwhelming strength. 

The landscape of the Underworld itself was nothing special, filled with bland fields of grey grass, cloudy skies of red blood, and a large gaping wound in its shadowy walls for the entrance of Tartarus. It wouldn't be winning any beauty awards. Although, to be fair, unlike the other realms, the Underworld had no previous ruler, and very few beings were willing to call it home, so there was little development done, something I would be sure to change when I eventually became King.

Due to the nature of the Underworld being corrosive and possessive of the beings that resided within its boundaries, much of our time there was spent with me maintaining a cloak of shadows over my brothers as we made our way to the doors of death.

Despite my best efforts, I wasn't yet the Underworld's ruler and, as such, couldn't completely protect my brothers from its torments; Poseidon especially faired poorly under the Underworld's harsh gaze being so far from the Sea had caused his form to age rapidly gone was the handsome young man and in its place a frail older man with dull green eyes and long white hair. At the same time, Zeus seemed to be able to maintain his strength. I could tell being unable to feel his connection to the Sky had troubled him.

Fortunately for my siblings, our trip through Erebus would come to an end when we reached the glowing red doors of death; as a God of The Dead, the pungent smell of rotting flesh and the discomforting warmth that flowed from the door hardly affected me, my brothers, however, seemed to grow even worse as white strands of hair began to form on Zeus once ebony locks and Poseidon seemed to struggle to breathe.

From the envious and slightly fearful looks I was receiving from my siblings, I take a serene smile, isn't the most usual reaction to seeing the door to literally hell.

However, while many criticisms could be given to my brother's cowards, they were not as with one gulp of acidic air and a tightening of his fists, Zeus began to march towards the doors of death, and with quick and mighty strides, he would be swiftly followed by a wheezing Poseidon.

Deciding that, seen as though I was the only one with any ability to navigate Tartarus, it would be wise if I led our way. Not that my brothers put up much of a protest. After all, if we did come into contact with any monsters, it would be me they'd see first.

Tartarus was hard to describe; the entire place smelt of rotten flesh and old gym socks, and a sulphuric taste lingered on your tongue, making even our Divine bodies struggle to breathe. The walls and floor were made of a pasty flesh-like material, while the Sky was a copper-colored mist. The entire realm seemed to beat like a heart, a steady reminder for all who entered that they now navigated the body of Tartarus.

Despite my initial excitement, even I was beginning to be worn down by the oppressive nature of the abyss. The less said about my brothers, the better. Thankfully, the Elder Cyclopes and Hekatonkeires were very loud in their response to torture, making following their location far more accessible than it would have been otherwise.

Following the thundering wails of our monstrous uncles, we found ourselves at the foot of a large mountain that seemed to be a perfect replica of Mount Othrys; the further we made our way up the mountain, the louder the wails became until they were nearly deafening.

The sight of our six uncles chained against colossal pillars was what greeted us at the peak; standing a few yards away from her prisoners was Kampe, a vile creature made from the twisted mind of Kronos to torture his uncles, standing at half the height of the Cyclopes and barely reach the knees of the Heaktonkeires what the creature lost in height it gained in its frightful features, with the upper body of a grotesque woman with hair made from serpents, a scorpions tail, fifty heads of different ferocious beasts and black-feathered wings, she caused even me and my brothers unease.

Logically, we knew she was no match for us; even our uncles would have been able to deal with her if not for Kronos binds, but the idea of facing such a creature was still not something to look forward to. Especially with my brothers so far away from their places of power.

As I turned to my brothers to begin to formulate a plan, I saw a spark of fire light beneath Zeus' eyes before, with a charming smile and a cocky look in his eyes, he spoke, "Worry not, brothers. I will deal with Kampe while you focus on freeing our uncles."

Before either of us could react, Zeus disappeared in a burst of wind, followed by a haunting roar as heavy footsteps rapidly rang through our ears.

Looking over from the rock we had hidden behind, we saw both Kampe and Zeus nowhere to be seen, while our uncles had constipated looks on their faces. Deciding not to wait around, I quickly left to start shattering the chains that bound our uncles, gaining slurred words of thank you mixed in with a sob now and then.

As Poseidon freed the last of the Cyclopes, booming thunder rang across Tartarus as a black dot in the Sky quickly turned into a Kampe-shaped blob that crashed mere feet away from our position and nearly took us off. Once the dust cleared, we were treated to the view of a particularly proud-looking Zeus.

As the once proud and feared torture of the Eldest children of Ouranos and Gaea quickly faded into gold dust, the cocky smile of Zeus became full-blown as our uncles seemed to start muttering in awe.

"So, What are your thoughts on rebellion's Uncles..."