Crowned in the realm of death

At Metis's suggestion, Zeus set his eyes not on thrones or battles, but on the legacy of the heavens themselves

The forgotten power of his grandfather, the Primordial Sky God, Uranus.

Metis, ever the tactician, knew that bloodline alone would not elevate Zeus to kingship.

But if he could inherit the divine essence of Uranus, the one who ruled the heavens before the Titans, then Zeus would not only match Cronus 

He would surpass him.

Deep within the highest peaks of the mortal world, untouched by time, hidden above storm clouds and divine sight, stood an ancient temple.

It was crumbling, wild vines overtaking its golden columns, but at its heart, it radiated power. This was Uranus's final altar, left as it was after his fall none dared enter, even cronus, out of fear and reverence for the Sky Father.

Divine artefacts, radiant with celestial energy, lay scattered around like discarded relics of a lost age.

And at the centre of the temple, on a floating pedestal carved from the sky itself, hovered a sky-blue pearl.

But this was no ordinary gem 

It was a fragment of Uranus's divine body, a concentrated essence of the Sky, filled with boundless power and memory.

As Zeus approached, drawn by the resonance between his godhood and the fragment, the pearl pulsed and without warning 

It sucked him in.

His vision went black.

Then light blinding, pure, infinite.

Before him, seated on a throne of stars and wind, was a being so vast, so overwhelming in presence, that the air trembled:

Uranus, the Primordial Sky, was the King of the Cosmos before the age of the Titans.

Zeus dropped to one knee instinctively, showing rare respect.

Uranus, his glowing eyes like twin galaxies, gazed at his descendant.

"You are bold… and blood of mine. But still too weak to strike down that foolish bastard."

Zeus clenched his fists but held his tongue.

"Yet you are compatible with my domain. You carry the ambition, the will, and the storm within.

Then I shall grant you a part of my power… and knowledge of where the rest of my fragments lie across the realms."

He raised his hand 

And everything went dark.

Zeus awoke back in the temple, his knees buckling, eyes wide.

Then it hit.

A torrent of divine power surged into him from within 

as if the sky itself was being poured through his every pore.

Golden blood oozed from his eyes, ears, and mouth his veins burned, his bones cracked, and every fibre of his being was rewritten by the knowledge, strength, and experience of Uranus.

He roared in agony

But he did not break.

When the storm settled, he stood taller, prouder, heavier with divine presence.

His strength now surged at the very peak of a High-Level God,

Just one breath away from becoming a Chief God.

Following the visions gifted by Uranus, Zeus set out to recover the remaining fragments.

He descended into the depths of the sea, braved the crushing abyss, soared through the highest skies, walked the underworld, climbed to the heavens, and entered realms untouched by mortal or divine.

One by one, he found nine fragments scattered across creation.

Each one merged into him, expanding his soul and tightening his grip over the sky's laws.

And at the end of his journey

He did not just gain power.

He became the new God of the Sky, a Chief God, sovereign of storms, clouds, lightning, and the vault of heaven.

Cronus's time was ending.

And the true king of Olympus…

was ascending.

The long-awaited day had arrived.

On the Isle of Crete, under the watchful eye of fate itself, the key players gathered in secret 

Each one a thread in the great tapestry of revolution.

Present were:

Zeus, the rising sky god and chosen heir to rebellion.

Metis, the cunning goddess of wisdom, whose mind saw beyond power.

Rhea, mother of the imprisoned gods, bearing the weight of grief and resolve.

Prometheus and Epimetheus, the twin brothers one a seer, the other a loyal companion.

Leto, the calm goddess of twilight, whose loyalty to Zeus remained steady.

Today, they would begin the process to free Zeus's siblings those swallowed by Cronus:

Hestia, Demeter, Hera, Hades, and Poseidon.

Metis, with her divine knowledge and resources plundered from the ruined temple of Uranus, had crafted three powerful potions, each unlike anything brewed before:

1. Potion of Weakening – saps the divine strength of even the strongest gods.

2. Potion of Fortification – secretly boosts the divine energy of the target for escape.

3. Potion of Purging – a vile concoction that, once consumed, would force even a Primordial to vomit.

Each potion was mixed with incense of the four realms sky, sea, earth, and underworld amplifying their effects beyond the known limits of divine alchemy.

The plan was deceptively simple:

Rhea, Cronus's queen, would serve him ambrosia and nectar laced with the three potions.

At the peak of the potion's effect, Cronus would weaken and be forced to vomit his long-imprisoned children.

At that moment, Rhea would open a divine portal, and Zeus would stall Cronus, giving the others time to escape.

It was risky, but carefully calculated.

But just as final preparations were underway, the air turned cold

space shivered

And a black portal tore open in the sky.

Out stepped Hecate, cloaked in midnight shadows, her presence unsettling even among gods. Her purple eyes glinted with secrets, and her steps were silent yet sovereign.

The others especially Prometheus and Leto tensed instinctively.

Even Metis narrowed her gaze.

But Hecate only smiled.

"Do not raise your guard, gods of Olympus. I come not as a threat… but on behalf of the Ruler of the Underworld."

Her words caused the divine assembly to pause.

The Ruler of the Underworld?

She extended a slender hand, offering a fourth potion, glowing light blue, humming with deep energy.

 "This… is a dizziness elixir, Subtle, Invisible, Devastating. Mix it with the other two. The result will weaken Cronus enough to confuse his senses and delay his reactions. But do not fight him. Our lord's command is simple: 'Escape now. Fight later.'"

Zeus, ever the bold one, stepped forward.

"If Cronus will be that weakened… why not strike now? Why not end him while he's vulnerable?"

Hecate's smile didn't wave but her voice turned sharp, laced with truth.

"Prince Zeus, your courage burns bright… but your eyes are still new to true power. You underestimate your father."

She stepped closer, shadows flickering around her.

 "Cronus is not just a Titan. He is the Titan King a slayer of Primordials. A being who once forced even the heavens to bow. That battle was centuries ago... and since then, he has only grown stronger."

Her eyes darkened.

"Even now, Primordial gods whisper his name with caution."

Silence fell across the grove.

No one spoke. Even Zeus lowered his gaze, mind racing with a newfound weight.

This was not just a heist to rescue siblings.

This was the first step in a cosmic war.

One that would requ

ire not just power…

But patience, cunning, and unity.

And on this day, the seeds of rebellion were sown not with thunder

But with poison,

strategy,

and a mother's quiet vengeance.