Torn apart - chapter 51
High above the clouds, within the vast cathedral of Heaven, Arthur stood alone in his office. Light poured through towering stained glass, castin fractured halos across the marble floor. Below, the distant echoes of command still lingered-his orders had been clear. By Abyss's will, the archangels were already moving. Armies were being prepared. Heaven was bracing for war.
Arthur exhaled slowly and leaned against the stone balcony, exhaustion finally catching up to him.
His thoughts betrayed him.
If Abyss and Kronos share the same motivation...
Then what truly separates them?
His fingers tightened around the railing.
Is Abyss any different from the tyrant we are fighting?
Or is he simply stronger... more convincing?
For the first time since the war began, doubt crept into Arthur's heart-not loud, not overwhelming, but sharp enough to cut. He closed his eyes, the name lingering unspoken between memory and regret.
Then, quietly, he spoke to the empty hall.
"Please... let your future actions erase my doubt, Harmonic."
The light remained silent.
And Heaven waited the army is ready to move but so does Arthur opinion.
But different pov of abyss
The Palace of Aphrodite was quiet.
Not abandoned-
remembering.
Abyss sat where he once used to hide as a child, carved marble warm beneath him, the scent of salt and roses drifting in from the open halls. This corner had survived every renovation, every war, every cycle. Aphrodite never touched it.
She didn't need to.
This place remembered him.
Without speaking, Abyss issued the command.
Across existence, Harbingers aligned. Armies stirred. Banners lifted. Kytrhone had fallen. The delay was over. War would not wait for reflection.
And yet-
Abyss leaned back, eyes unfocused, and let Void Sight bloom.
The world peeled open.
Not violently.
Not dramatically.
Reality simply... stopped pretending.
He saw what Chaos knew. What Nyx hid. What history tried to forget.
And in that seeing, a name resurfaced.
Harmonic Cythera.
The Peacock of Domination.
The dark balance of love.
The god who ruled not through annihilation-but gravity.
Abyss exhaled.
"...So that's who I was supposed to be."
The palace dissolved.
He stood on the shores of Cythera.
Not the ruined, myth-faded island of the current age-but the true one. Alive. Loud. Human.
White stone temples gleamed along the cliffs. Ships moved in and out of harbor. Lovers argued. Warriors prayed. Life, uncomplicated and fragile, continued without fear of an ending.
Abyss walked.
His presence bent the air, but no one screamed. No one fled.
A man passed him carrying fishing nets and frowned.
"You lost?"
Abyss paused. "Possibly."
The man laughed. "You new here, pal? Who doesn't know the holy spots of Harmonic Cythera?"
Abyss blinked. Once. Twice.
"That doesn't answer my question."
The man shrugged and pointed toward the sea-caves. "That's where sailors go. Sacrifices, prayers-keeps storms away. Or Sparta, Laconia. Warriors love him. Broken lovers too."
Abyss followed the gesture, eyes narrowing.
"...So I was a patron for warriors and toxic ex-lovers."
The man snorted. "Hey, someone's gotta be."
Abyss turned back-
The man was gone.
Only wind remained.
Abyss stood alone, Chaos' annotations drifting across his sight like half-forgotten footnotes.
> Domination does not mean destruction.
Obsession is love stripped of restraint, not of care.
"...Was this better?" Abyss asked the silence.
The question echoed.
Then-
He collided with someone.
"-!"
Harmonia stumbled back, eyes wide, hands raised instinctively before softening.
"...Brother?"
Abyss froze.
She stepped closer, tilting her head. Her gaze lingered-not on his face, but on the faint fractures of darkness beneath his form.
"You're... different today," she said gently. "Trying a new aspect?"
Gods did that. Masks. Forms.
She smiled. "You finally came home, Harmonic."
Abyss hesitated.
Then nodded.
"...Yes."
And so-he stayed.
Duties such as
He blessed a Spartan youth before battle, not with victory-but with the strength to stop fighting when the war ended.
He listened to a woman pray not for her lover's return-but for the obsession to fade.
He settled a storm not by silencing it-but by redirecting its rage.
People didn't fear him.
They respected him.
Loved him.
At sunset, Aphrodite gathered them.
Eros(not the primordial but just Eros/cupid)lounged on a column. Harmonia laughed. Lesser gods filled the hall. For once, no one asked where Harmonic had been.
They were just glad he was there.
Aphrodite turned to him, smile soft.
"And Artemis?" she asked. "Where is your lover tonight?"
The world stopped.
The fog lifted.
Nyx's alteration cracked.
Memory surged.
Eternal.
Unbroken.
Every cycle.
Abyss inhaled sharply.
"...I will go see her."
No one questioned it.
The moonlight was cold and clean.
Abyss look at the beautiful moon as he said"the moon is beautiful tonight"
Artemis stood at the treeline, bow slung over her shoulder, already annoyed she thought it was about her and he's cheeky.
"You're bold tonight," she said. "I don't have time for-"
"Hunt later," Abyss interrupted.
She turned, startled.
"Harmonic?"
He took her hands.
Firm. Certain.
"Let's meet again," he said softly.
"In the next cycle."
Her expression shifted-confusion, then something deeper.
"...You're strange today."
He smiled.
"I know."
The moon shuddered.
Reality unraveled.
Cythera dissolved.
(Who could have guessed Artemis begin harmonic eternal lover is the reason her soul want to remain a virgin- god dam it why I keep spoiling my plot)
Abyss sat alone again in Aphrodite's palace.
The present reclaimed him.
The Harbinger of the Abyss.
World-ending.
Necessary.
He looked at his hands.
"...Now I know," he said quietly.
What he lost.
What he chose.
"I can't back down now."
The war awaited.
As he then said to himself
" All pantheons sharing the human planes are in fading string of tension anything can cause war I will end all of it suffer now to rebuild later"
And Harmonic Cythera faded-
not forgotten,
but sacrificed he knows if he do that sacrifice he will rebuild his life again with her.
See guys abyss gone from a warrior god of domination and dark side of love to world ending harbinger
But different pov to Kronos
Temple of Time
The Temple of Time did not age.
It existed between moments-columns carved from frozen seconds, stairways looping into their own past, gears turning without sound. Even gods felt smaller here.
Mira stepped inside.
For the first time.
Threads of gold shimmered faintly around her fingers, instinctively seeking futures that refused to settle. Inevitability felt... thin here. Like time itself was holding its breath.
Kronos stood at the center, hands clasped behind his back, watching a river of moments flow upward along the walls.
She broke the silence.
> Mira: "I've been wondering something for a long time."
He smiled-not surprised. Relieved.
> Mira: "Where did you get the idea of becoming the Origin?"
She did not say Chaos.
She did not need to.
Kronos turned to her fully, eyes heavy with memory.
> Kronos: "I was hoping you'd ask."
He stepped closer, voice lowering.
> Kronos: "Akrivi mou... that vision came to me the day I failed."
The temple shifted.
When Time Screamed(flashback)
The Sky Kingdom burned.
Not from fire-but from stillness.
Kronos stood defeated, chained by fate and thunder, his inheritance torn from him. The throne denied him. He dethroned Uranus but denied. Time itself mocking him by continuing forward.
And then-
A voice cracked reality.
Not loud.
Absolute.
> Chronus: "I AM STILL HERE."
The sound did not travel through space.
It traveled through when.
Long ago, Nyx had moved pieces she was never meant to touch. She had bent Chaos itself, shaped origins into preference, written shadows into law. Chronus had seen it.
And paid the price.
Frozen in shadow. Suspended outside causality. Unable to act.
But able to reach.
> Chronus: "Time cannot stop. If I cannot flow... I will anchor."
His scream crossed eras, searching for someone broken enough to listen.
It found Kronos.
Power poured into him-not strength, but access.
Not dominance, but editing rights.
Time shuddered.
The Sky Kingdom froze.
Not stopped.
Paused.
Back to the Temple(end of flashback)
Mira absorbed this in silence.
She nodded once.
> Mira: "Continue."
Kronos exhaled.
> Kronos: "My power lets me reach across cycles. Possibilities. Failed timelines. Futures that never were."
His hand moved through the air, pulling fragments of unrealized moments into view.
> Kronos: "I can take events from other versions of existence... and apply them here."
The visions shattered.
> Kronos: "But this world is already finished. Too defined. Too rigid."
He clenched his fist.
> Kronos: "Every correction creates consequences. Paradoxes. Collapse."
His eyes met hers.
> Kronos: "So I realized something."
A pause.
> Kronos: "I'm not the flaw."
The temple darkened.
> Kronos: "I'm just not the Origin."
Mira stepped closer.
> Kronos: "Chaos makes mistakes constantly. And reality bends around them. Improvises. Adapts."
His voice sharpened.
> Kronos: "I want that authority."
He touched his own chest.
> Kronos: "I want to be allowed to be wrong."
Silence.
Then Mira placed her hand over his heart.
> Mira: "Won't you ask me my reason?"
Kronos smiled faintly.
> Kronos: "I already know-"
She cut him off.
> Mira: "No. You know the outline. Not the wound."
Her threads flickered violently.
> Mira: "It began the moment I realized Abyss exists."
Kronos stiffened.
> Mira: "He erases fate around him. Threads collapse. Outcomes dissolve."
Her voice trembled-not fear.
Uncertainty.
> Mira: "And fate adapts. Again. And again."
She looked at her hands.
> Mira: "So tell me-if inevitability can be rewritten endlessly... am I inevitable?"
A beat.
> Mira: "Or just a suggestion reality follows until it doesn't?"
Kronos pulled her close.
> Kronos: "Then we are aligned."
She leaned into him-not comforted, but resolved.
> Kronos: "In every version of this story... Abyss is the disruption."
A low vibration echoed through the temple.
> Kronos: "And today, we proved the world can bleed."
He smiled.
> Kronos: "Kytrhone fell. Oblivion struck true."
Mira's gaze hardened.
> Mira: "One victory doesn't define inevitability."
> Kronos: "No."
He looked toward the flowing timelines.
> Kronos: "But it proves it's negotiable."
Now you as the reader who you side with is abyss right or Kronos question that will be answered within the wind
"Fun fact of today: did you know Titans is gods? Ya they are subcategories of gods how to explain it? You know how a general can be a knight but not all knights are generals? Same all Titans are gods but not all gods are Titans"
Who could have guessed harmonic used to block the storms that comes from typhoon howls-