O Royal Juno [Hera] of majestic mien, celestial-ford, divine, Somnus' [Hypnos'] blessed queen,
Throned in the bosom of unreal lands, the race of mortals is thy constant care.
The cooling light thy power alone inspires, which nourish life, which every life desires.
Mother of stars and celestials, from thee alone producing all things, mortal life is known: All natures share thy temperant divine, and universal sway alone is thine.
With founding blasts of stars, the swelling light and rolling astral roar, when shook by thee. Co, blessed Goddess, fad almighty queen, with aspect kind, rejoicing and serene.
-A mortal praying to Hera in Ro, 3 B.C.
One day later.
The Dreaming, Unreal Plane, Cosmos.
Hypnos sat on his throne, his fingers thrumming on the armrest, deep in thought. He had just finished supervising the opening event. Dreaming was perfect and self-sufficient, able to grow and prosper without relying solely on his efforts, and in retrospect, this would result in an even greater power increase than the initial and conventional asures for the primal realm.
To be honest, he was proud of himself. Yes, he did draw a lot of inspiration from his previous life for his realm, particularly Sandman, but these were just basic ideas; after all, fiction is just fiction; it won't go on into chanisms and operations of a taphysical plane.
Hypnos conceived the rest himself, devoting the majority of his efforts over the last three years to perfecting and excelling his realm.
All of this was his Creation.
So, of course, he was quite proud of himself.
But the Lord of Dream didn't allow his narcissism to get to his head, rather imrsing his mind to infer more ideas to get stronger more efficiently for the mont before returning to Olympus for the last preparations.
Despite his growing powers, he knew they were insufficient. There were still many beings in the universe who surpassed him completely, so he didn't dare to slack off and had already
begun to make new plans in so of his spare ti, like now, in preparation for the inevitable.
There were a few plans swirling in his head, but nothing was suitable except one-this plan was inspired by the one and only Fates. To carry out their responsibilities in an efficient and articulate manner, the three sisters frequently separated themselves, joining different divine pantheons and adopting different nas and identities based on the cultures of the divine pantheons.
To put it simply, Hypnos wishes to increase his power by carrying out his duties productively, which could also be considered training. There's also the fact that if he carried out this plan, his hold on the divine and mortal realms would beco unbreakable.
Now, you may be wondering: What were actually his duties? You see, ever since he opened his domain, he had gained a considerable foothold over his concept of sleep, and his influence had also expanded nurous notions about sleep, so he was gradually becoming the driving force behind all of them. He was literally morphing into cosmic concepts, his very existence holding them together.
And that was his duty. It was a simple yet complex, effortless yet demanding job.... Hypnos thrumd his fingers rhythmically, deliberating on this plan for a few monts before pushing it to the back of his mind, leaving it to his future self to finalise it (though he would most likely go on with it), and focusing on the more pressing matter.
He raised his hand, and a golden orb, a white blade, and a pale feather materialised and floated above it. These were gifts from his siblings to aid in the Titanomachy task, and it was finally ti for him to put them to use.
Hypnos rose from his throne and took one last look around his domain. Then he divided himself into multiple parts, sending them to effectively oversee the final preparations while he himself teleported to Hera.
Hypnos was in multiple places at once throughout the last day before the war, so he can't tell with absolute certainty which encounter ca first or last, but let him give it a try just for you, so here it goes:
In-between lting pillars, Hypnos materialised, his figure illuminated by the golden light of the sun. A fiery hall was around him, encased by an auric do, and a Titan stood in the centre of it all, holding a seething golden ball that emitted the seething and uncontrollable fire that was rending the hall.
"Helios." Hypnos called, striding into the sun fire.
"Lord Hypnos." Helios responded, finding the Primordial in between the embers of his fire. Then he imdiately waved his hand, extinguishing the sun fire.
"How is your training coming along?" Hypnos inquired blithely.
"It would be no problem to defeat my father." Helios said confidently, puffing his chest. Hypnos nodded approvingly. "It seems you have finally overco your struggle." Helios was silent for a mont, and then he spoke quietly. "He wasn't a good father." "Nevertheless, he was your father," Hypnos said as he took out the golden orb. "It takes a lot of guts to be able to do what you did." He hurled the orb at the Titan of the Sun. "For your efforts, Helios."
Helios caught the auric orb and imdiately felt an extrely strong affinity with it, almost as if he were holding the cosmic sun of the solar system. "Is this...?" he asked with
uncertainty.
"This contains the blessing of my sister, the Primordial of Day." Hypnos pointed to the golden orb. "It will allow you to briefly connect directly with the celestial sun."
"But..." Helios carefully controlled his tone so as not to appear disrespectful. "Lord Hypnos, why are you giving this?"
"In order to give you a chance." Hypnos said mystifyingly. "A fleeting window," he continued, seeing his confusion deepen. "You will understand when the ti cos, Helios."
Despite his doubts, Helios bowed lightly. "Thank you," he murmured, clutching the golden
sun.
Hypnos rely nodded, fading away into the starlight.
In a colossal glass house resting on Mount Olympus, Hypnos materialised, his figure swept away by the fragrance of life. A greenhouse entombed him, brimming with rising planets and blooming flowers, all growing in neat rows from long stands.
A divine woman was tending to them, dividing herself into many parts in order to care for them all equally. So of her parts were also experinting with the plants, yielding so baffling and, to be honest, disturbing results. What was even more terrifying was that the divine woman held a abomination in her hands with a wide and proud smile.
Oh, what had he created...?
Hypnos was seriously reconsidering whether it was a good idea to advise her on the potential of life. "Deter," he called, regardless.
All the Deters in the glass house turned to him, and they instantly rged into the one who held the abomination. "Lord Hypnos!" she exclaid excitedly. "Look, this is a new cross- bread that I created.." she said, presenting her creation with expectant eyes. "How is it?"
"It's...great, Deter," Hypnos blinked at the crossbreed. It was....on second thought, he decided not to go into further detail to spare you so trauma.
"I know, right?" Deter smiled, twirling the abomination in her hand. "Just rember, always proceed with caution." Hypnos decided to caution her once more. "Life is capable of both wonders and horrors beyond comprehension."
Deter imdiately lost her smile and adopted a sombre expression. "I understand," she said, and Hypnos could tell by her tone that she ant it, so he set aside his reservations and extracted a pale feather from underneath her inquisitive eyes.
"Do you rember what I said to you in the beginning?" Hypnos inquired, raising the pale
feather enveloped in a grim aura.
"Life and Death are one thread, the sa line viewed from different sides." Deter recalled
solemnly.
"Do you understand it?" Hypnos asked pensively.
"I, I sowhat do." Deter bit her lower lip.
Hypnos rely stared at her.
"I honestly am not certain," Deter admitted tentatively after a brief pause. "I understand that Life and Death are inextricably linked, but how and why escape ?"
Hypnos passed the pale feather towards her. "Here."
Deter looked at the feather with intrigue. "What is this..." she inquired in wonder, as she felt imnse affinity with it despite the fact that death is written all over it.
"Your answer." Hypnos rely noted.
Deter fixed her gaze on the feather, and her brow furrowed pensively. "Is this another
puzzle, Lord Hypnos?"
"Sort of," Hypnos said emphatically. "I want you to solve it before the war ends."
"Does this feather truly hold the mystery of Life and Death?" Deter inquired, uncertain. But when she heard no response, she looked up and saw that Hypnos was gone. Deter twirled back to her station, carefully holding the pale feather in her hand. "He really does like to give puzzles, doesn't he? Maybe I should give him a title for it," she spoke to herself, placing the feather on the experintal table along with the rest of her precious
creations.
"How about, Lord Riddler? That has a nice ring to it..."
Deter suddenly went silent, her cheerfulness lting away into somberness as she began analysing the feather carefully with her power.
Hypnos appeared in a vast and solemn hall filled with rows of shelves adorned with books, all orderly placed. On second thought, not only were the books in order, but everything in the room was in order, from the small marble brick under his leg to the vast model of the solar system in the center. Everything followed precise and sequential patterns. It was as though its builder was obsessed with order to the point of absolute perfection, and the builder indeed was, for she was none other than Themis, Titaness of Divine Order.
Hypnos looked ahead; Themis, Mnesmosyne (only a part of herself; her main body was still dreaming, tending to her new-born daughters and the pool of Anaisis), and Hecate crowded around a table flickering with projections of what appeared to be the formation of a
complex spell.
"Themis," The Lord of Dream called, capturing their attention.
"Congratulations, Lord Hypnos," Themis imdiately wished him, and Hecate followed
suit, while Mnesmosyne rely bowed to him.
Hypnos nodded to them. "How are things going with the preparations?" he inquired,
approaching the table.
"Well, my lord." Hecate spoke for all. "We've discovered a way to completely destroy their
seats of power in a single attack," she said, pointing to the complex spell in the projection.
"It's-"
"I understand." Hypnos waved, analysing the complex spell himself, and then he comnted. "To be honest, it's a daring but not improbable attempt. However, if you want to succeed, you must deal with the weak link in your group..."
At that, Hecate and Mnesmosyne subconsciously glanced at Themis, who clearly noticed their stares. "What? !" She was outraged, looking back and forth between Lady of Rembrance and Lady Magic, but when all she received were blank stares, her frustration grew. "Co on, you can't be serious," she laughed with a forceful edge to her voice. Mnesmosyne and Hecate remained silent, looking to their lord for assistance.
"It's the truth." Hypnos confird the truth bluntly. "You are the weakest here, Themis."
"What...?" Themis fell into a stupor. "How..?"
"There is much more to divinity than you understand." Hypnos spoke briefly. "Anyway, let's
not delve into that for now and focus on the problem at hand." He retrieved the light sword and threw it at Themis, who instinctively caught it.
"This..?" Themis mumbled, shaking off her stupor. Then she forced herself to focus on the
sword, under the scrutinising eyes of Hypnos. "Light..." she sensed the domain within the sword right away.
"You understand, right?" Hypnos asked inscrutably.
"Yes," Themis nodded stringently. "Light is justice; justice is Light. There are like two sides
of a coin, inseparable and inextricable."
Hypnos nodded, though part of him scoffed at the long-held belief that light was justice and
darkness was evil. "You can use the sword to increase your power. This will be enough to deal
with your problem," he concluded to them. "Now this marvellous spell can truly co to
life."
"Lord Hypnos." Themis took a deep breath, looking at him firmly. "What do you an there
is much I don't know about divinity?"
"All knowledge cos at a price, Themis." Hypnos tilted his head inquisitively. "Are you
willing to pay for it?"
Themis fell silent, her divine mind racing with the possibilities and guesses behind his words.
"Think about it," Hypnos rely said to Themis, then nodded to Hecate and Mnesmosyne. "I'll leave you to it then." He vanished into starry sand particles.
In an opulent room on Mount Olympus, Hypnos approached his student, who was solemnly
studying the parchnt on electromagnetism that he had given.
"Zeus," Hypnos called silently. "Teacher!" Zeus almost jumped out of his seat, "You should really stop sneaking up on
people like this."
Hypnos plainly chuckled and took a seat across from him on the table. "Are you ready?"
"Yes," Zeus replied, his tone confident. "But I have so doubts on this?.." he extended the parchnt to Hypnos, expressing his questions to Hypnos.
Hypnos patiently answered all of them. After Zeus mastered the cosmic lightning, he gave him information on the basics of electromagnetism. This was most likely his final lesson to Zeus, and with it, the God of Lightning would have a solid foundation to continue on his
cosmic path.
Zeus...
In light of everything, he honestly didn't know what to think of his student, but he could at least say Zeus had changed, albeit not significantly, but progress was progress nonetheless. Still, Hypnos could sowhat see his student ending up as the sa Tyrant from Mythology and the Percy Jackson books, albeit without the abnormal amount of paranoia and indecision since his power was literally unrivalled; none of the Olympians could ever pose a threat to his
future rule. Except Hera.
Oh...
HERA.
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