05: Symbol of Power

Chapter Five Volume One: Symbol of Power

(A/N: Final chapter before Titanomachy, i may take more time to write the next chapter because i find writing a war extremely difficult)

(1st POV)

"I am Zeus I want you to help me and my siblings kill Cronus by forging us the best weapons that you can if you do that I will free you from those chains" proclaimed the god of the sky with a tone filled with arrogance, determination, and expectation while looking at his Uncles (he would never call them that).

"Haha, we were already told that before and what do you think happened?! We will only accept to forge your weapons if you swear it on the Styx!" responded one of the cyclops, namely Brontes the "elder" of the tree one-eyed brothers, his name meaning bright for he is the brightest of them.

"Fine! I SWEAR ON THE STYX THAT IF THE CYCLOPS AND HECATONCHEIRES FORGE THE BEST WEAPONS THEY CAN FOR US AND HELP US DEFEAT CRONUS THEN I WILL FREE THEM AND WON'T EMPRISON THEM LATER ON, AS LONG AS THEY DO NOT ATTACK ANY RELATIVE OF MYSELF AND MY SIBLINGS WITHOUT A GOOD CAUSE!" sworn Zeus a bit angry from the mistrust and comparison of him and Cronus.

"WE (THE CYCLOPS AND HECANTONCHEIRES) SWEAR ON THE STYX TO FORGE WEAPONS/ARMORS TO THEM AS LONG AS THEY DO NOT BREAK THEIR VOW" swore Brontes as well following the example of Zeus.

After that, we freed them of their chains and made our way back to our secret place.

(Some days later)

We all made our way toward a huge black gate and behind that gate was another one…

After passing many gates made to keep the heat inside, sounds of hammer hitting metals were heard, it was like a melody telling us about dedication, hope, and determination with a tilt of revenge in it.

I was excited, I was finally getting my symbol of power, though I wonder if I would get the casket of invisibility or something else, well probably something resembling that because I asked the Cyclops what they would do for forms and they answered that they just forged those weapons without a form and that after injecting masses of divinity, it would take the form we want and imagine.

I watched as the Cyclops called out my siblings one by one to make them inject their divinity into their weapons, yes not just my brothers, my sisters are included after I told Brontes, Steropes, and Arges to make 6 special weapons.

Then after some time, it was my time "Come with me" said Brontes while pointing at me while covered in sweat, in his hand a gigantic hammer, which currently was covered in coal-like black.

We then went toward one of the forges, he then put his hand in a river of lava and took out a sphere of light and placed it on a black bowl of some metal which son turned dark red and covered it.

"Place your hand on it and inject all of your divinity, while imagining what you want and how it should be," he told me in a strict and deep voice

So, I did as he told me, closed my eyes trying to give it my all, afterward a "royal" lilac aura enveloped me, till I order it to "flow" toward the bowl.

The aura then became more and more oppressive making cracks in the bowl, later it broke revealing a black eyepatch, where the eye was supposed to be, a purple round stood while under it was a golden line with some claw-like mark and over that violet "eye" was some golden webs like mark.

"Whoa… Cool!" I thought aloud, seeing my "Helm" of darkness, eye patch of darkness…? No that's a shitty name, well I will name it later when I got its power.

"So, what does it do?" I asked Brontes while admiring my symbol of power and imagining my brother's being jealous

"I don't know it is up to you to find out… come on wear it" he answered with as much anticipation as me, even his eyes had stars… WTF

…

Black mountains, magma and lava river, and piles of bones and skulls were things I saw as my "mind" delved deeper into what I could only think of as the Underworld and Tartarus.

Monsters were "living" in the Underworld, they constantly ravaged the already destroyed Underworld, some of them didn't even have intelligence and just relied on their instinct to survive, kill and eat the defeated.

Chaos was everywhere, heat and cold constantly fighting each other till eternity, the kind soul corrupting and supposed "evil" soul finding a place too "evil" for them.

The dead who should all have an appointed place was lost, scared, and without hope, they could only hope for a miracle and reach Elysium, the Greek paradise where they should be able to "live" or "die" a comfortable "life"/ "death".

There was no sky, no clouds, no moon, no sun, no stars, no light, no order, no love, no happiness, some "fortunate" souls were able to "close their eyes" for eternity, sleeping till they were no more, some who could be fortunate were "devoured", "killed" painlessly by monsters.

Unfortunately, some "died" in extreme pain being "shred limbs by limbs" or were used by some a bit more intelligent as a plaything.

This was a place in which "good" and "evil" didn't exist, it was neither "black" nor "white" as well as "grey", it was all "that", "living" to "live" another "day".

However, there were some places which seemed better than others, like a place full of darkness with some stars, no "mortal" could ever hope to come here for this was the "house" of "The Night", Nix, and "The Darkness", Erebus. Both primordial, who lived for more than thousands of years, maybe even millions of years, they had "seen" pantheon "rising", dawn as well as dusk, new gods rising and some falling.

Their" Eyes" fell on me, I "saw" them "looking" at me, they smiled and then I "fell" even faster.

Then before me stood a "person" made of magma, coal, and metals, if any "mortal" or even "weak" divine being/ immortal their mind would break and they would go mad or have terrible nightmares which would haunt them forever.

"Son of Cronus, the "World" created by God has recognized you has its Lord, for now, come and find it, shape it as you wish, rule it as you wish, order it as you wish but be warned not to be consumed by it, for ruling this place isn't as easy as you think."

"Let us meet again Hades, King of the (Greek) Underworld," said Tartarus with his mysterious voice, sending me back to the forge