As I stood before the final orb, its presence radiated unlike any other. It did not pulse with chaos, nor burn with intensity. It simply existed absolutely and silently.
Its hue is deep purple, streaked with shadows and ancient symbols that danced like echoes of forgotten oaths.
This was the Underworld, not just death, but rule over death, judgnt, and dominion.
The mont I began the awakening, I felt sothing extraordinary
All my previous auras, all ten divine domains, began to resonate, swirl, and converge.
Sleep, Death, Soul, Darkness… even Sin and Secrets
They rged into a newborn aura, regal and whole, suffused with the weight of inevitability, it appears like purple fla with black ash.
This wasn't the aura of a scattered godhood. This is the aura of a ruler. King of the underworld.
Suddenly, my vision blurred. I was pulled into an illusion, not because of confusion, but of revelation.
Before stretched an endless realm of twilight. The ground was made of dark, damp soil, and the sky above was not a sky at all, but the rocky, looming underside of the earth itself. A dim, greyish light barely illuminated the place, just enough to see through the thick mist that clung to everything. The air is cold and carries a heavy sll of wet dirt and sothing long since decayed.
Every so often, faint sounds drifted through the silence, echoes of laughter that twisted into sobs, or whispers that faded before I could understand them.
Sothing in the mist ahead called to . I felt a deep pull, a certainty that whatever waited there belonged to , and no one else could claim it.
I walked forward, slow and steady, each step echoing like fate's own footsteps.
As I moved, the fog slowly thinned, lting away to reveal a massive throne carved from black obsidian and dark, cold-forged iron. It stood solemn and imposing, as if it had been waiting for centuries.
Without hesitation, I sat upon it. The stone was cold against , but it felt right. This was mine.
The mont my body touched the throne, an eruption of divine power surged through like a tidal wave.
My godhood ascended.
I am now a Mid-Level God, a true divine lord.
Suddenly, a soft feminine voice rang out, elegant and proud.
"Congratulations, Your Highness… on your ascension."
I turned, startled but composed.
There, kneeling gracefully before , is a stunning woman her long black hair flowing like ink, and her violet eyes glowing with mystery and warmth.
She wore flowing robes laced with runes, her presence refined and dignified.
Yet… there was sothing familiar. Sothing that connected us beyond logic.
I asked gently, "Thank you. May I know who you are?"
She looked up with a warm smile and bowed her head once more.
"I am Hecate, Goddess of Arcane Magic and your assistant, my King.
I was sent by Lady Nyx to deliver her words."
She stepped forward, opened a parchnt and spoke softly,
"Hades, you are born with Darkness, so to , you are also like my child.
Do not rush. Do not try to escape now.
Soon, your third brother will trick your father, and when the ti cos, you must act.
Use your domain of Invisibility and Secrets to envelop your siblings.
And when the mont is right…
Escape the belly of Cronus."
Her voice faded gently, replaced by the quiet hum of fate moving forward.
I nodded slowly, every word of hers carving itself into my soul.
"Until that day… grow stronger. Shape your throne. The Underworld waits for its King."
And as the illusion began to fade, I looked down at the throne beneath , now no longer just a vision.
It had beco real.
I return to that fleshy cave, which is lit by the warm light of sacred fire. Then I saw my older sister, Hestia, sleeping on the corner.
I stretched my arms and legs like I had awakened from a long and peaceful sleep. My eyes fall on my black arms and legs, my arms beco like black claws of a beast.
I stare at these changes in my body. I started checking my body and found that.
My wings beco more glossy and wider, each black feather sharpened. Black haze that drifts from my skin becos denser and ethereal.
I suddenly feel a little heavy in my head. So I touch my head and feel a little solid. I freak about it. I quickly create a mirror. In the mirror, I saw that just above my ear, a pair of obsidian, sleek horns erged. My canine tooth grew a little bit.
I am currently looking more like a demon lord or monster instead of a god.
I smack my head in regret but nothing can be undone.
"Huh…whatever
Due to noise, Hestia awakens. She rubs her eyes. Her eyes widened.
She stood up and stepped forward, her divine fla flickering faintly around her, and said with warmth in her voice,
"Congratulations, little brother… you've truly ascended."
Her tone was cheerful, sincere but I could feel it.
Behind the praise… lay a flicker of fear.
Not on as her brother, but of the power I now hold. The weight of eleven domains, the throne of the Underworld, and the shadow of primordial darkness that pulsed faintly around it was no longer sothing that could be ignored.
I am no longer the previous weak Hades. I am now a bearer of Darkness, Death, and other divinities. And the king of the underworld realm.
And also, my current appearance is more like a scary monster from a horror movie. She will be scared of .
Despite all of this, she still treats as his brother from the heart, even though she is scared of , but never shows it on her face. She tries every possible ans to make not feel lonely or sothing.
Seeing that… that quiet courage beneath her calm gaze…
I lowered my head slightly and made a silent vow within my heart
No matter how far I rise… no matter what darkness surrounds …
I will always be a shield for her, even if I have to fight primordials or fate.
"Sister, today I am indebted to your kindness, in future, I will definitely pay it with interest."
Hestia tilted her head ' What owe? What interest? What is he saying? Does sothing happen when I sleep?'
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