Chapter 322: The Firstborn
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OLYMPUS -
The marble pillars of Olympus trembled with the soft rumble of shifting stormclouds an on that Zeus’s mood was far from calm.
At the center of the throne room, the King of the Gods stood with his back turned, staring into the roiling sky beyond the balcony as if trying to see the nightmare again. Hera, Poseidon, and Athena waited behind him, their expressions tight.
A single lightning bolt cracked through the heavens.
Only then did Zeus finally speak.
"I saw our end."
His voice was low, ragged around the edges nothing like the thunderous certainty he usually wielded.
"In the dream... no, in the vision," he corrected himself grimly, "I saw Olympus burning. Gods falling. Our temples collapsing to ash."
His hand tightened around the golden rail until it warped beneath his grip.
Hera took a step forward, jewels shimring like muted stars against her skin.
"Husband... tell them the little you shared with . "
He turned toward them, and even Athena the one who never flinched felt a cold shiver slip down her spine at the look in her father’s eyes.
"I saw a figure," he said. "A being wreathed in darkness, walking among our corpses. Death itself answered to him."
His jaw worked. "He took us one by one, without fear, or rcy."
Poseidon’s brows drew together, sea-green eyes narrowing.
"And you believed this being to be the mortal? The one called Arthur?"
Zeus’s shoulders tensed with rembered sha.
"I acted on fear."
He inhaled sharply. "I sought to imprison him... to contain what I did not understand. Similar to a mistake I did long ago.."
Hera touched his arm gently, her voice soft but firm.
"You did what a king must. If Olympus is threatened if our children, our legacy, our dominion.. are at stake, then any precaution is justified."
Zeus didn’t answer imdiately.
His gaze flicked toward the far corner of the chamber the place where Teleute, the personification of Death, had appeared as effortlessly as stepping through a doorway.
"But Teleute herself ca for him," Zeus said, voice hollow. "She stood beside that mortal... I fear that’s a bad on as well."
Athena exhaled slowly.
"That, Father, is what troubles
most. Teleute bows to no one. If she shields him, then the question remains.."
"What is he?" Poseidon finished.
Thunder murmured in agreent.
"And what do we do now?" Athena asked.
Her voice carried the cool calm of strategy, but her fingers tightened around her spear.
"Capturing him has proven impossible. Teleute’s intervention made it clear, Arthur is beyond our reach."
Zeus rubbed a hand across his beard, a rare crack of uncertainty passing over him.
"I thought to seek Hades," he muttered. "But he refuses to leave his realm."
Poseidon snorted, folding his arms.
"Of course he refuses. He wants no part in this prophecy. And he dislikes being told what to do.. especially by you."
Zeus huffed out a humorless laugh.
"Hades... the god of the underworld who does not fear death."
A small shrug. "Seems fair."
For a mont, even Hera’s lips twitched.
But the levity died quickly, smothered by the shadow of the nightmare still clinging to the room.
"What about Diana?" Hera asked.
Zeus blinked, turning his gaze toward her.
"What about her?"
"She is strong," Hera said, stepping closer, tone thoughtful. "Stronger than most. Stronger than many gods. She is loyal, untainted by Olympus’s... political rivalries. She could be useful to us. She could.."
Zeus cut her off with a raised hand, lightning crackling faintly across his knuckles.
"No."
Hera froze mid-sentence.
There was sothing in Zeus’s tone, not anger, but sothing weary and absolute.
The queen understood instantly.
Zeus continued, eyes sharpening with an emotion Hera hadn’t seen in him for a long ti.
"Diana has spent her life believing in justice, rcy, compassion."
He looked away. "She questioned
the mont she sensed my intentions toward Arthur. She sees right and wrong in a very mortal way; she cannot be influenced. She would turn against Olympus if she believed we were in the wrong."
Athena inclined her head slowly.
"She already doubts us."
"Exactly," Zeus said. "She will not be used as a tool. Not for this."
Hera’s jaw tightened, but she did not protest further.
A thick silence settled before Poseidon finally spoke.
"Then what remains? If this being of death cos for us, and if we cannot touch the mortal you fear to be the one, what do we do, brother?"
Zeus stepped forward again, staring into the horizon,
"We prepare for battle," he said.
"For the first ti in thousands of years... we prepare for war we may not win."
The storm outside darkened.
"Forgive
father," Athena murmured, "But I pray this ti your vision is wrong."
Zeus’s voice was barely more than a whisper.
"It never is.. No matter, I’ve sent Hers to keep an eye on the mortal," he said, pacing before the thrones. "To track his movents, report any leads, anything unusual he might do."
Poseidon leaned back, tapping a finger on his trident. "Good. The boy is unpredictable. Think Diana will interfere?"
Zeus stopped pacing. His expression tightened.
"I hope not," he muttered. "But I ordered Hers to keep away from her and from her friends. If she discovers his assignnt, she will... complicate things."
Hera exhaled softly, understanding. Diana’s loyalty was no longer guaranteed.
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EARTH - UNKNOWN DESERT
Hers stood alone in the vast emptiness, wings on his sandals twitching as he scanned the landscape. His brows were knitted in rare confusion.
"Strange..." he murmured to himself. "I felt a divine resonance here. Not faint, not distant... but unmistakably Olympian."
He sprinted in a flash sand exploding beneath him until he reached a massive crater gouged out of the earth as if by a falling star.
He stopped at the edge and stared.
"What in the na of Zeus...?"
His blue eyes widened. The crater wasn’t just large it was violent. The sand inside was charred black, fused into glass, radiating. Sothing divine had struck this place.
Hers blurred from point to point in the crater touching the glass, examining burnt stone, inhaling the tallic scent of power.
"I was tasked to watch the mortal Arthur," he muttered, fingers brushing ash, "but this... this cannot be ignored."
He straightened suddenly, wings fluttering in alarm.
"Soone was here."
He turned to flash back toward Olympus
But then he froze.
A shadow cut across the sun.
High above, against the blinding sky, hovered a blackened figure. Charred skin, eyes burning with a cold, rciless hate. He hung in the air without effort, watching Hers like a predator.
Hers squinted up, smirk curling.
"Well, now," he muttered. "What’s that charred thing?"
He cupped his hands and shouted, voice echoing across the desert
"HEY! Who are you!"
The man didn’t move.
Then a low, rasping voice drifted down.
"You don’t know ... do you?"
Hers laughed lightly, cocky as ever.
"A rude one, eh? I ask who you are and you respond with a ques—"
He didn’t finish.
The world blurred
A shadow streaked
Hers barely twisted aside at god-speed
A fist of black fla carved through where his head had been, detonating sand into a geyser of molten glass.
Hers skidded back, eyes wide.
"Woah—WOAH! Aggressive much?"
The charred figure appeared again, instantaneous, silent throwing another earth-shattering blow. Hers dodged, and dodged again, sparks trailing behind his sandals. Each strike shook the desert.
"What is the matter with you, fool!?" Hers snapped, irritation rising. "I didn’t even.."
The figure vanished, reappeared directly in front of him
and smashed a fist into Hers’s chest.
Hers flew.
He hit the sand with enough force to dig a trench, skidding, coughing blood.
A dark aura rolled off the attacker thick and suffocating, the sll of burnt flesh and hatred perated the air.
The figure descended, steps crushing the scorched sand underfoot.
"Of course you don’t know ," he said, voice filled with venom so old it sounded fossilized. "Why would you? Our father never bothered to give
a na."
Hers choked, lifting his head just enough to see those burning eyes.
"So..." the figure hissed, standing over him like a living executioner. "You may call ... the Firstborn."
Hers’s blood-sared lips parted, horror dilating his pupils.
"So... it’s you..." he whispered.
The Firstborn smiled a terrible smile, cracked and broken.
"Your kingdom forgot ," he said softly.
"And now... I will return the courtesy."
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