71Before y'all read the story, I just wanted to mention one thing. There's a slight change to Greek Mythology in this story. Unlike my other story, everyone knows who Perseus is. Stuff about him will be there in Greek texts and so on. So yeah, people will know his name as much as they know Zeus's name.
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(The Palace of Zeus & Hera)
The King of the Gods was beyond scared. There was no doubt now that the titans were rising. Well, he wasn't actually scared of all the titans. Only one of them, Kronos.
Zeus rubbed his temple as he walked about in his palace. Kronos redefined the meaning of power. He alone could take on the entire Olympian council and win. Such was the Titan Lord's power. They had managed to defeat him last time only because it was a surprise attack. It also didn't hurt that Rhea dealt a lot of damage to him beforehand.
A beautiful woman appeared on the spiralling staircase leading to the higher floors of the palace. Today, she wore a classic Greek chiton, silky white. Her luscious brown hair tumbled over her shoulders. This was Hera, Queen of the Gods.
"Zeus, Father is going to return. All of us need to fight together. ALL of us."
The bearded god snapped. "ENOUGH! If that fool won't fight with us, then he's against us!"
The goddess sighed. "When will you let it go? It has been nearly forty thousand years!"
"Never! He dared to stand against me! ME! Now let him suffer. He can die alone for all I care!"
Hera vanished from the spot and reappeared in front of the Zeus, giving him a godly sized slap.
The god was so shocked that he didn't even bother to retaliate.
Hera looked angry. Her eyebrows knitted in anger. "How can you say such things about your own brother?! Did he not fight with us to defeat Father? We have to reach out to him."
Zeus remained stubborn.
"Both of you are the same. Speak to me when you manage to remove that bolt up your ass."
The windows in the palace shattered to pieces and the furniture exploded as Hera violently teleported away.
Zeus held his jaw. "Everyone seems to be going crazy. Ask Perseus's help? She must be mad!"
(The Heart of Tartarus)
Down in the deepest pits of Hell, where even the bravest men would piss themselves, stood a castle. Black as night were it's walls and gleaming towers stood at it's corners. Inside the castle, there were gardens of black flowers and big trees with golden leaves and silver branches.
A man was watering the gardens and trees using a black pitcher. But when he turned, half of his face was burnt to the bone. A demon. They were creatures, evil, twisted souls who were tortured beyond measure and then turned into the perfect soldiers. Loyal, and undying.
The throne room of the castle was extraordinary. There was one throne at the far end which was bigger than the rest. The King's throne. Skulls and sculptures of death decorated the area. But that particular throne was empty.
The other thrones were occupied, and it's inhabitants were restless. They'd been waiting for days now, sitting there.
"Where is he?!" One demon snapped.
As if on cue, harsh black energy filled the room and when it subsided, the king was sitting on his throne, wearing a two piece suit with a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He leaned back and took a swig. When nobody spoke, he started. "Oi! Don't worry. This isn't mortal stuff. I just got this from dear old Dionysus. Best nectar you can get."
He sighed. The bottle of whiskey disappeared. "All right. What is it? What was so important that all of you had to assemble?"
The demons looked at each other.
"Well? Go on then!"
The demon sitting at the front slowly rose. "Lord Perseus, w-we think t-that the prisoner might have escaped."
Perseus raised an eyebrow. "Prisoner? You've got to specify who, Emperor Nero. You could be talking about any of the three hundred million souls here."
Another demon stood up. This one's unburnt side of the face had a short thick moustache. Just like Hitler. "Ser. I think it vas ze leader of ze titans."
Immediately, Perseus's demeanour changed. He suddenly appeared in front of the demon, grabbing his collar. "You think?!". He threw the demon across the courtyard.
He rubbed his head. Not good news. Kronos could wreak untold amounts of havoc. Then, he addressed the council. "Kronos could not have gotten far in his weakened state. Find him and bring him back."
Nobody moved.
A pitch black sword appeared in his hand. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE AND FIND THAT FUCKING TITAN! OR I'LL FLAY YOU ALIVE RIGHT HERE!"
The effect was instantaneous. All of them disappeared from the area.
He sighed and sat on his throne. "Shit."
