~Hades~

The final battle had come, and it was like nothing I had ever experienced. It has been 10 years since the war first started and the ground beneath our feet trembled. The very air was thick with the stench of death and blood, both immortal and mortal. Every step I took my feet grinding against the scorched earth, my sword, gleaming in my hand. This was no longer a battlefield; it was a slaughterhouse, and we were the butchers.

My siblings—Zeus, Hera, Hestia, Demeter—stood at the ready, their weapons raised, their eyes determined. But they were all weary. Even Zeus, for all his might and lightning, was starting to show the wear of this endless war. He had his pride, but pride couldn't win this. Pride would get us all killed.

"Stay close," I muttered, the Helm of Darkness settling upon my head. Zeus shot me a look, a mixture of frustration and reluctant respect, his grip tightening around the Masterbolt. 

Kronos stood across from us, his scythe raised, his eyes gleaming with the madness that had plagued him for millennia. Atlas was beside him, a towering figure of power and fury, and the four directional Titans—Hyperion, Iapetus, Krios, and Koios—surrounded them like a wall of living mountains.

I drew my sword from the shadows, feeling the weight of it in my hand. I would go all out, I will wipe them from existance.

"Form up!" Kronos's voice boomed. "You think you can stop me, you foolish gods? This world will forever belong to me!"

Hyperion, the Titan of the Sun, surged forward his golden armor blazing like the dawn. His massive spear cut through the air with a roar as he swung it toward me. But I stood unyielding, an immovable force. The shadows answered my call, spiraling around me, cloaking me in an impenetrable veil of darkness.

Hyperion's spear plunged through the void, only to meet empty air. His confusion was brief—before he could react, I was behind him. The crack of Stygian steel biting into his flesh rang out like a death knell. The blade tore through his side, and I twisted it with a brutal force, grinding it against his ribs. His black blood poured from the wound, staining the earth beneath us.

"Did you really think your light would stand a chance against my darkness?" I hissed, my voice dripping with venom. The power of the underworld surged through me, fueling the strike as I yanked my sword free, leaving him staggered.

But that wasn't enough.

With a snap of my fingers, the ground trembled, splitting open like a wound on the earth's surface. Shadows swarmed from the depths, reaching for Hyperion's broken body. He tried to scream, but the darkness choked his voice, swallowing him whole. I watched, cold and silent, as the shadows dragged him beneath the surface, his body and soul being pulled into the abyss.

He struggled, but it was pointless. The Dead answered to me. His life force flickered for a moment, then snuffed out entirely as he vanished into the underworld

I turned my focus to the next Titan—Krios, the Titan of the South. He was a towering figure, his body rippling with muscle and his eyes burning with the intensity of a thousand suns. He swung his massive stone axe at me with a roar that shook the heavens, the weapon's weight and power enough to level mountains. But I was ready.

The shadows responded to my will, coiling and twisting around me like serpents. With a thought, I raised a wall of darkness, an impenetrable shield forged from the very depths of the underworld. Krios's blow landed with a deafening crash, the force of it reverberating through the earth, splitting the ground beneath us. But the shadows held firm, unyielding. The impact sent cracks racing across the earth's surface, but my defense remained intact.

I smirked. He was too slow, too predictable.

With a burst of speed, I leaped into the air, my feet barely grazing the ground as I propelled myself toward him. The shadows swirled around me, darkening the sky as I descended. With a single, brutal slash, I cleaved his massive stone axe in half. The two halves tumbled to the ground, useless fragments of a broken weapon.

Before Krios could even begin to react, I tapped into my Destruction domain. The air itself seemed to tremble as I released a wave of raw force, a violent surge of energy that struck Krios square in the chest. His ribs splintered with a sickening crack, the impact sending him flying backward. His body twisted mid-air, crashing to the ground in a heap, blood spilling from his shattered chest.

His eyes, wide with disbelief, locked onto mine. But there was no mercy in them. No second chances.

I moved in a blur, my sword flashing with the speed of death. Before Krios could even draw breath, I closed the distance and struck again. My blade swept through the air like a whisper of doom, and with a clean, violent arc, I severed his head from his shoulders. The titan's enormous body slumped to the ground, his headless corpse crumbling as if it were nothing more than a discarded pile of stone and flesh.

The light in his eyes was gone, forever extinguished.

The battlefield was a storm of pure chaos, a maelstrom of violence and destruction that seemed to tear the very fabric of the sky. Zeus had unleashed the full extent of his power, his lightning crackling through the air like a thousand raging storms, each bolt a weapon of divine fury. The sky was alight with jagged streaks of silver, illuminating the carnage below. Every step he took sent the earth trembling, the very ground beneath the Titans' feet breaking apart as though the world itself was rebelling against their existence.

Hera moved like a shadow across the battlefield, her rapier flashing with deadly grace. She darted between her enemies, cutting them down with a cold, calculated precision. Each strike was an extension of her will, every movement a deadly dance as if it was honed through centuries of battle. Titans fell before her, their enormous bodies crumpling as her blade sliced through their defenses like paper.

Demeter weilded her scythe as an extension of her wrath. The weapon swung through the air with terrifying speed. Each strike cleaved through her enemies with a sickening ease, their bodies falling in pieces, their strength evaporating under her unrelenting force.

And then there was Hestia, her torch blazing brighter than ever. As she swung the torch, its fire surged, sweeping across the battlefield in waves of purifying heat. Titans who dared to face her were incinerated in an instant, their cries silenced by the searing blaze.

But the Titans weren't finished yet.

Iapetus, the Titan of the East, and Koios, the Titan of the North, advanced their eyes blazing with murderous intent. Iapetus loomed like a mountain, wielding a massive spear. With a guttural roar, he thrust it down at me, the impact of the blow shaking the earth beneath our feet.

The shadows at my command surged up, thick and unyielding, meeting the spear with a deafening crash. The ground trembled as his weapon struck, but I had no intention of being swept away. As his blow fell, I closed the distance between us in the blink of an eye. My sword, honed by the power of the Underworld, stabbed upward with brutal precision, driving deep into his chest. The steel pierced his flesh like butter, and with a sickening crack, I drove the blade straight through his heart. His enormous body shuddered, a final gasp escaping his lips, but it was nothing more than the death rattle of a dying beast. He crumpled, lifeless, like a marionette whose strings had been severed, his soul torn from his body in the blink of an eye. The ground swallowed his form as his power bled out, leaving nothing but the remnants of a once-mighty Titan.

But Koios, the Titan of the North, was faster. His speed, enhanced by the very winds themselves, made him a blur in the air. He darted toward me like a predator closing in on its prey, his spear thrusting with lethal intent, aimed directly at my heart. His movements were swift, almost imperceptible, but I was ready.

My eyes, glowing with the power of Divination, saw his every move before he made it. The future unfolded in an instant, and I knew where his spear would strike. The winds howled around him, but I remained still, calculating, waiting.

With a flick of my wrist, I summoned a wall between us. flesh and bone twisted into existence, forming a shield in front of me. Koios's spear collided with it with a brutal impact, the force of the blow shaking the air, but the shield held strong. The shock of the strike left him stunned for a fraction of a second—just enough for me to act.

I reached deep into the very heart of the Pit, pulling upon its dark power. The ground beneath Koios's feet cracked open with an earth-shattering roar. The earth itself rebelled against him, splitting wide as shadows poured from the depths, lashing out like serpents hungry for death. Koios's eyes widened in shock as the shadows wrapped around him, dragging him toward the abyss.

His screams echoed through the air, a final, desperate cry for mercy, but there was none to be had. The shadows pulled him deeper, his body crumbling into dust as he was consumed by Tartarus, his essence ripped away, vanishing into the nothingness of the underworld. His life had been erased, his body reduced to nothing but ash, the winds that had once carried him snuffed out in the blink of an eye.

And then, there he was—Kronos.

He stood at the center of the battlefield, a towering figure of pure destruction, his golden scythe gleaming like a weapon forged by the gods themselves. The air around him pulsed with the weight of his fury, his eyes burning with madness, a reflection of the countless centuries he had spent manipulating time, bending it to his will. His power was a storm, a dark promise of inevitability. But he was wrong. This war would end, but not as he envisioned.

"You think you can defeat me, Hades?" he roared, his voice booming across the battlefield, shaking the heavens themselves. "I am time itself! I am invincible! You will kneel before me!"

The words rattled the earth, but they did nothing to shake my resolve. I stepped forward, the weight of my sword heavy in my grip, its gleam catching the last rays of the dying sun. My presence was an immovable force, the very air around me thick with the power of the Underworld. I met his gaze with a calm, unwavering intensity.

"Time is nothing before me, father. You cannot escape the inevitable. Your destiny was set in stone long before you killed your father, just as I am going to kill you."

Kronos let out a growl of rage, his eyes narrowing as he charged toward me. His scythe swung down with the force of a collapsing mountain, the sheer power of the strike splitting the air with a deafening roar. I did not flinch. I did not move.

The ground beneath me cracked open, a vast chasm forming as I summoned the power of the Dead. The very earth trembled as thousands of restless spirits rose from the underworld, swirling around me in a dark, ethereal storm. The shadows responded to my command, gathering around me to form an impenetrable wall of darkness, a barrier that even Kronos's fury could not break.

Kronos's scythe clashed against the wall with a bone-shattering crash, the force of his attack rattling the air. He slashed again and again, his golden weapon cutting through the shadows like lightning. But it was all for nothing. The shadows bent, but they did not break. They wrapped around him, slowing his every movement, holding him in place for just a moment longer.

And that was all I needed.

With a roar, I surged forward, the darkness parting for me as I closed the distance between us. In the blink of an eye, I was upon him. My sword met his scythe with a thunderous clash, the sound of the collision reverberating across the battlefield like the crack of doom. The shockwave rippled through the air, but I was stronger. My will was iron. The ground beneath us groaned as I pushed against him, my sword carving through his scythe as if it were nothing more than parchment.

"Death to you, Father" I said, my voice cold.

Kronos's eyes burned with defiance as he tried to bring his scythe down upon me once more. But I was faster. The shadows swirled around me, guiding my movements, and with a twist of my wrist, my sword sliced through the air. The blade found its mark, its edge biting deep into his throat with a single, swift motion.

The realization of his defeat hit him like a thunderclap. His eyes widened in shock, his defiance crumbling into something akin to fear. His body staggered, the life force draining from him, but he did not fall. For a fleeting moment, Kronos stood there, unblinking, his gaze locked on mine, as if he could still challenge the inevitable.

And then, his head fell.

The battlefield went silent. Time itself seemed to freeze. Kronos's body crumpled to the ground, his golden scythe falling from his hand. His head rolled across the earth, his eyes still wide in disbelief, his once-mighty form now a lifeless husk.

The war was over.