Chapter Six: The Big Three Of Olympus
I followed Ares through the marble halls, each step echoing like the distant drumming of war. After I shunned him earlier, he beca more compliant, his deanor shifting into sothing more respectful. I couldn't believe it— I'd shunned a god.
Ares, the Greek god of war and courage, son of Zeus and Hera. The one who reveled in brutality and bloodlust on the battlefield, unlike his sister Athena, whose intellect guided military strategy. Yet now, that sa god seed subdued, as if walking alongside death itself.
A powerful aura drifted ahead— no doubt I was approaching the trial. A question tugged at the edge of my mind: should I play out the stories as they were written or forge my own path here? Did my knowledge make the protagonist of this world, or was I just a spectator? Did I even want to be its protagonist? What did that an, anyway?
I could feel the tension mounting, like the calm before a storm.
Ares slowed his pace, and so did I. I inhaled deeply, summoning every ounce of authority I could muster. "What now?" My voice bood unnaturally, filled with an edge of nace that surprised even . Ares jolted, his face pale. I guess choosing Hades as my new identity had its perks.
He sighed and gestured toward a massive golden door, studded with shimring gems that glinted like stars. "This is where the Big Three of Olympus reside. I will be heading to the lower chamber to et the others. My earlier actions were... misguided. It's just that I've always admired your work."
A fan? Of Hades? From the god of war? Oh, the irony.
He bowed his head lightly and left without another word. For a brief mont, the power felt intoxicating— but it was an illusion. Ares didn't respect exactly. What he really feared was Hades, the true lord of the Underworld. What did that make then?
And pushed forwards and the door creaked open. Laughter rolled out, mingling with crackling energy. Two voices, distinct and powerful. My heart thudded heavily as I stepped inside.
Three thrones lined the room. The one in the center glead gold, towering above the others. The left throne was a deep green, the color of vegetation. The right was dark blue, just like my hair. My eyes locked on the two figures seated before . Zeus and Poseidon— two of the most powerful beings in existence.
And here I was, standing among them.
I could feel the flood of power flooding my senses and it was staggering. I straightened my posture and walked confidently to my throne. My throne!? The weight of it felt surreal as I sat down, sinking into the cold, soft cushion that seed to wrap itself around . A wave of calm washed over .
Yet, despite my grand entrance, they continued their conversation as if I were invisible. For so reason it made my blood boiled. Why were they ignoring .
My vision blurred with red. Fury welled up inside , sothing primal and dangerous like I had tapped into a hidden reserve of power within .
"Shit," I muttered under my breath as my head felt heavy all of a sudden.
Suddenly, the room fell silent, the kind of silence that felt suffocating. Their attention was on now. I could feel their eyes bore into my soul, like predators assessing prey. The energy in the room shifted. My senses heightened, and for the first ti, I truly felt the gravity of being in their presence.
"Well, isn't this a surprise," ca a voice rich with authority. The sea itself seed to resonate in his words. Poseidon, ruler of the oceans, regarded with a mixture of amusent and curiosity. His presence was overwhelming, like the tide pulling you under before you could even think to resist.
I blinked, grounding myself. This wasn't the ti to falter. I was the eldest of the three, apparently speaking. I had to own it.
"I see you're in good spirits," I replied, keeping my tone asured.
Poseidon chuckled, his green eyes sparkling beneath thick brows. His long, braided hair cascaded over his broad shoulders, his white robes glinting with an otherworldly sheen. His power radiated from him in waves, like the ocean's heartbeat, vast and unrelenting.
But it wasn't Poseidon who made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. It was him.
I turned my gaze toward the golden-haired figure lounging in his throne, laughing as if nothing in the world could ever trouble him. Zeus, ruler of Olympus, King of the Gods. His golden eyes shimred with mischief, his skin flawless, his smile unnerving in its intensity. He looked youthful, almost too young, wearing an odd combination of a short-sleeved golden shirt and red knickers.
How was this the king of all gods? And yet, the raw power emanating from him was suffocating.
I swallowed hard, my breath uneven. It was clear that I still had trouble adjusting to my new body and it's sense.
Zeus grinned widely. "Big brother! How nice of you to join us."
I forced a smirk, hiding the unease gnawing at . "Zeus. Poseidon. It's been... a while."
Their laughter ceased. The atmosphere thickened, an unspoken tension crackling like electricity in the air. It was ti to see if I could truly hold my own among the gods—or if I would drown in their power.
This was Olympus, and I was in the lion's den.
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