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The Firstborn's voice echoed through the sky, through the very land under him, every god still standing. "Enough of this!"
Lightning flared, illuminating his face not by battle, but by centuries of exile and hatred.
"Stop hiding behind storms and servants," he continued, his tone sharp with contempt. "I've already killed the Fates you so dearly trusted. I've butchered most of our kin one by one."
Below him, bodies gods lay broken among the ruins.
"I've made sure Olympus rot while you hide behind prophecy and fear."
The storm answered with a deafening crack.
A bolt of lightning thicker than a city tower, blinding white with veins of gold ripped through the sky, descending with apocalyptic force.
For a fraction of a second, it seemed unavoidable.
The Firstborn's eyes narrowed.
He vanished.
The bolt tore through the space he had occupied, obliterating the mountain peak behind him in a cataclysmic explosion. Shockwaves rippled outward, flattening what little remained standing.
The Firstborn reappeared several dozen meters away, unharmed, dark aura flaring slightly as if irritated.
He glanced back at the devastation, then up toward the storm.
"…Coward."
The word was soft.
Disgusted.
"You always were, it seems," he added. "Hiding behind fate, and others' sacrifices."
His gaze burned with rage.
"Olympus dies with you," he declared. "And from its ashes, I will forge a new order... one not ruled by fear of destiny."
The storm howled in answer and parted.
A column of blinding light descended from the heart of the thunderclouds, stretching from the heavens to the peak of Olympus. Thunder followed it.
And within that pillar stood Zeus.
He was no longer the distant god of statues and prayers. This was the King of Olympus in truth, his form wreathed in living lightning. Every bolt in the sky bent toward him, feeding into his body like veins of pure power. His eyes burned white-hot.
The Firstborn looked up and laughed.
A raw, humorless sound.
"So you finally show yourself," he said, drifting higher to meet him, "I was beginning to think you'd let the storm fight me for you."
Zeus's voice rolled across Olympus like an earthquake.
"Enough."
One word. A command that had once ended wars.
It did nothing.
"You dare return to my mountain," Zeus continued, lightning coiling around his arms like chained serpents, "after the blood you've spilled? After defiling the order I forged?"
The Firstborn's smile widened, teeth sharp in the lightning's glow.
"Order?" he echoed. "You mean fear. You mean prophecy. You mean throwing your own blood into the abyss because the Fates whispered that you'd lose your throne."
His aura flared, rage consuming him slowly.
"I've absorbed the power of every god I killed," he went on, voice rising with savage pride. "Their essence. Their domains. Their fear when they realized you wouldn't save them because you only care about yourself."
He leaned forward, eyes burning.
"I am stronger than ever. Stronger than you."
Lightning exploded around Zeus as he raised his hand.
"You will die today, Father."
The word father was venom.
"I wanted to spare my siblings," the Firstborn continued, circling Zeus like a predator, "but they chose Olympus. And you are Olympus. Everything tied to you will suffer."
His gaze flicked downward, toward the distant battlefield toward hidden sanctuaries and fleeing figures.
"The Amazons," he added calmly. "The mortals. Even her."
Zeus's expression finally changed.
For the first time
Rage.
A thunderbolt formed in his palm, dense enough to bend space around it.
"You will not speak of her."
The Firstborn grinned.
"Don't act like you care, we both know you don't."
Zeus hurled the bolt.
The sky shattered.
The Firstborn vanished in a burst of dark distortion as the lightning tore through the heavens, carving a scar across the clouds and obliterating three distant peaks. He reappeared behind Zeus mid-strike, fist already moving.
The impact landed like a meteor.
Zeus was sent crashing through the sky, tearing through layers of storm, his body smashing into the mountainside below with cataclysmic force. Olympus trembled. Entire districts collapsed as shockwaves rippled outward.
Before Zeus could rise, the Firstborn descended after him, driving a knee into his chest and dragging him back into the air.
"Still hiding behind your lightning?" he snarled, hammering Zeus with a barrage of brutal, god-shaking blows. Each strike carried not just strength, but dominance raw, overwhelming physical power that cracked Zeus's divine armor and sent arcs of lightning out of control.
Zeus roared and answered with a thunderclap point-blank.
Lightning engulfed them both.
The Firstborn screamed in pain and fury as divine electricity burned into his already scorched flesh, carving glowing wounds across his body. His aura flickered, smoke rising from his scorched skin.
For the first time in his battles against the Gods of Olympus, he bled.
Zeus seized the opening, grabbing the Firstborn by the throat and driving him downward, slamming him into the ground again and again, each impact reshaping the mountain.
"You are still my son!" Zeus thundered. "And you will kneel!"
The Firstborn's eyes burned brighter.
"No!"
He grabbed Zeus's wrist and crushed it.
The sound was like mountains breaking.
Zeus bellowed as the Firstborn surged upward, shoulder-checking him through the storm and into the open sky. He followed with a devastating punch that caved in Zeus's chest, sending the King of Gods spinning end over end, lightning spiraling wildly from his body.
The Firstborn hovered above him, breathing hard, wounds smoking as they slowly closed.
"You ruled through fear," he said coldly. "Through fate. Through sacrifice that was never yours to make!"
He raised his hand, dark power condensing around it.
"I will end your order and claim your throne."
Zeus steadied himself, battered but unbroken, lightning flaring brighter than ever as he straightened.
"Then come," he growled, eyes blazing. "And see what it truly means to challenge the king of the gods."
They charged.
Darkness and lightning collided and the sky buckled.
Zeus staggered backward through the storm, one knee slamming into the broken marble of Olympus with a cracking sound. Lightning bled off his body in wild, uncontrolled arcs, carving trenches through the mountain and setting the ruins ablaze. His breath came heavy now.
The Firstborn descended slowly, rolled his neck once, flesh still smoking where lightning had burned him, then flexed his hand.
"Look at you," he said softly, almost reverently. "The King of Gods. On his knees."
Zeus tried to rise.
The Firstborn vanished then reappeared directly in front of him and drove his fist into Zeus's face.
The impact detonated.
A shockwave tore outward, flattening what remained of Olympus's upper sanctums. Zeus was hurled across the summit, skidding through broken stone before slamming to a halt at the edge of a colossal crater. He coughed, blood spilling from his mouth, his vision swimming.
The Firstborn landed before him and pressed down.
Physically and existentially.
The pressure crushed the air. Zeus's limbs trembled as if the sky itself had become too heavy to bear. His knee hit the ground again, this time it stayed there.
For a heartbeat, there was silence.
Then the Firstborn spoke.
"This is where prophecy ends," he said.
Darkness rippled behind him and something emerged.
A sword.
It was massive, forged of blackened divine metal etched with runes that glowed a dull crimson glow. The blade's Masterful craftsmanship screamed from every inch of it, perfection shaped by a god who understood destruction better than creation.
Zeus's eyes widened.
No thunder followed.
No words came.
Recognition alone froze him.
The Firstborn smiled.
"Made by Hephaestus," he said, almost fondly. "Meant to kill gods, I stopped him from returning this to you."
He lifted the blade, resting it casually on his shoulder.
"I'm sure you recognize his work."
Zeus's voice finally came, hoarse and heavy.
"You…dare."
"Oh, he dared plenty," the Firstborn replied. "Right before I took his essence."
He raised the sword.
The sky screamed.
"This ends now."
The blade came down
and stopped.
Steel met steel.
The sound was deafening, a clang that rang across Olympus like a war horn echoing. Shockwaves burst outward, shredding clouds, ripping lightning apart mid-strike.
The Firstborn's eyes snapped wide.
So did Zeus's.
Between them stood another figure.
Dark armor, a horned helmet crowned his head, black cape. His stance was wide, immovable, both hands gripping a sword that burned with red fury.
Ares.
The God of War.
He stood between father and son, blade locked against the god-slaying weapon, muscles unyielding.
For a moment, no one spoke.
Lightning crackled uncertainly above.
The Firstborn's surprise twisted into disbelief.
"…Here comes another one." he said slowly.
Zeus stared, shock written plain across his battered features.
"Ares…?"
The God of War didn't look back at him.
His gaze was fixed on the Firstborn, visible beneath the shadow of his helmet burning and angry.
"What will you do without me, Father?" Ares said at last.
His voice carried no mockery.
The Firstborn's grip tightened on the sword, dark power flaring violently around him.
"You would stand in my way?" he snarled. "After everything he's done?"
Ares pushed forward, forcing the god-slaying blade back an inch.
"I stand where I choose," he growled. "And Olympus will not fall today."
Zeus watched them both, lightning flickering weakly around his hands.
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