Fall of a god - chapter 61
The battlefield trembled under the weight of divinity and creation alike.
Zeus faced off against Phanse and Thesis, the golden-winged hermaphroditic firstborn and his cosmic twin. Every strike shook the heavens. Phanse, seething with the memory of Zeus attempting to consume him for creative power, hissed through clenched teeth:
"Zeus, today you die. My hatred for you surpasses even my animosity toward Abyss."
Zeus's eyes narrowed, black as blood, pulsing with divine authority.
"I will finish what I started long ago. I will consume you here, now."
Phanse and Thesis responded with their own power, weaving otherworldly energy into a storm of light and shadow. Lightning met darkness, forming a thunderous soul-chain that slammed into Zeus. He screamed in defiance as the four Styx bodyguards surged to assist-but his divine principles forbade it. Alone, Zeus's power flared uncontrollably.
Phanse conjured a massive serpentine construct of creation that coiled around Zeus. Every strike he delivered passed through nothingness, leaving him trapped in a metaphysical cage of pure divinity. An egg-shaped prison formed around him, but Zeus shattered it with sheer divine principle, his eyes glowing with relentless fury.
He lunged, absorbing a bolt of dark thunder meant for him and redirecting it at Thesis, stunning her before stomping the ground with a cascade of unending arcs of lightning. Blood painted the battlefield as Phanse countered, twisting Zeus's mind to briefly love Thesis. A massive executioner's axe materialized, alongside a platform to end the king of gods.
Meanwhile, another war raged across the skies.
Nike, Cratus, Zelus, and Bia faced Thanatos and Nemesis.
Zelus lashed chains through Cratus to pull Thanatos into a combined strike. Cratus and Bia struck with planet-scaled force, staggering the Death God. But Thanatos' presence radiated absolute dread. He snarled, flinging a sword to sever the twins midair while casting inverted flames across the battlefield.
Nemesis, beautiful yet terrifying, manipulated luck itself the clothed Aphrodite luck was unmatched.Nike faltered as her laurel wreath fell from her hand-an omen of failure if the symbol of victory fall-Yet the goddess pressed on she took the laurel wreath back she spoke.
" Do not be discouraged brothers and sister I am the embodiment of victory never was the plant I carry around!"
"Focus on Thanatos," she ordered. "I and Zelus will handle Nemesis."
Cratus and Bia attempted to bind Thanatos like Sisyphus of myth
"Should we do him a Sisyphus?" Said cratus although bia said it's hard to grip the guy
but even their legendary chains failed. Dark feathers of death brushed against them, chilling their very souls. The sisters of Keres approached, ready to devour all deemed dead, as the dread of mortality pressed down upon every combatant they officially considered dead by his aura.
Back with Zeus, the effects of Phanse's manipulations faded. His injuries piled high, his body scarred by divine and mortal attacks alike. From afar, Apollo fired a healing arrow, bridging vast distances to mend his father's wounds.
"Nice work, Apollo," Zeus murmured through gritted teeth.
With renewed rage, Zeus transformed into a three-headed abomination: one head an eagle, the other unknown sky predator, his body a fusion of bull horns, wolf fur, swan wings, and serpent tail skin has drops of golds as in a golden shower weird antenna of an ant as scorching flame covered his body., He devoured the creative powers of all nearby gods in a frenzy-but then he glimpsed the peril of his bodyguards.
In an instant, he reverted to his human-like form, dashing across the battlefield like living thunder. His charge was halted, however, as the quad-primordials-Phanse, Thesis, Nemesis, and Thanatos-executed a premeditated assault.
From the shadows, Nyx herself emerged, her presence so overwhelming that even Thanatos felt the unsettling danger. She sought to claim Zeus's soul, just as the bodyguards teetered on the edge of annihilation.
The war had escalated beyond Olympus itself. The gods, primordials, and harbingers now faced forces that could undo creation itself-and the skies screamed with the fury of what was to come.
Who could have guessed Zeus only sin that he cared too much for children who isn't his
Abyss stood amidst the chaos, facing Gaea, Erebus, and the towering Goddess of Biology. The air itself trembled under his presence.
"Erebus," Abyss said, his voice cutting through the gloom, "don't you see? All you do means nothing to me."
Even the shadows feared him. His Void Shard flared, a presence that made the creations of Gaea recoil in terror. From afar, Elysium approached, urgency in her steps.
"Zeus has fallen, Abyss."
Abyss's gaze swept across the battlefield. One look alone instilled fear into every living-or unnatural-creature that Gaea had made. His presence was absolute.
Elysium stepped closer, her voice soft but firm:
"I want the goddess."
Abyss attempted to activate a Harbinger Dimension, but found his power blocked-his harbinger form sealed. Unfazed, he formed his Shadow Arena, a domain where only the strong could exist.
Inside, Elysium confronted the Goddess of Biology, her former friend.
"Anatos... friend," Elysium said gently.
Anatos recoiled. "Olympus is guilty. They killed Sonorks-my love, my knight."
"That's not what happened-" Elysium began.
"I won't hear it!" Anatos spat, fury coloring her every word.
"Hear me now!" Elysium snapped, voice carrying the authority of truth. "Let us communicate like people!"
Reluctantly, Anatos agreed: "Fine. Speak."
Elysium revealed the truth:
"It wasn't Sonorks. He doesn't exist. It was Kronos."
Shock and disbelief flooded Anatos. "Our love... our story... our moments... it wasn't real?!"
Elysium stepped closer. "I couldn't face you until now. I didn't want to be reminded love the very thing I represent made my friend what she is a mad woman come back to your sense girl."
Anatos hesitated, torn between anger and disbelief, before finally allowing herself to hug Elysium.
Meanwhile, Kronos observed the destruction with a chilling calm.
"Do you see it now?" he muttered to no one in particular.
The shadows shifted, revealing Oblivion. Kronos barely had time to react before a golden ichor-laced stab struck him from behind. His eyes flared gold as the ichor crept into his mind.
"The stab didn't hurt," Kronos whispered, awe and fear lacing his voice. "It hurt... where it comes from. Oblivion... you're like a son."
Oblivion pressed down, pinning him beneath his foot.
"There is no son to father between us," Oblivion said, voice cold and measured. "You recruited me because you foresaw the moment I would give up on life and embrace destruction. You took me... one day before Olivian could reach me. You knew everything... and you didn't tell."
The battlefield trembled under the weight of betrayal. Kronos, golden ichor coursing through his veins, realized the plan he had so carefully orchestrated was now unraveling in the hands of the very ones he sought to control.
Abyss, Elysium, and Oblivion-all moving as if fate itself conspired in their favor-prepared to strike back, while the primordials and gods around them reeled from the sudden upheaval.
The war had entered a new, terrifying phase.