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The Firstborn hovered amid the tempest of Olympus, a storm of raw power surrounding him, yet something about the presence before him made the wind still.
Shadow Zeus stood opposite him, the spear of Thanatos Brontē in hand, arcs of violet lightning crawling along its shaft. Its form shifted seamlessly, compacting into a thunderbolt and exploding outward again.
Arthur's calm violet gaze followed from below, arms crossed, a silent conductor of this symphony of destruction.
The Firstborn snarled, voice roaring "What is this?! This is not… divine energy I recognize!"
Shadow Zeus moved first, darting forward. The spear's tip split into the jagged thunderbolt form midair, launching a bolt that twisted and writhed as it cut through the clouds. Unlike normal lightning, the bolt ignored air resistance, ignored mass, ignored defense, it found the cracks in the Firstborn's movements with terrifying precision.
The Firstborn twisted, dodged, tried to strike it mid-flight with a backhanded slash. The bolt bent around his attack. Each attempt to evade was slower than before, as if the very flow of time was being subtly manipulated by this weapon.
"Impossible… what is this weapon?!" the Firstborn spat, eyes wide, lips trembling in disbelief.
Shadow Zeus didn't pause. With a movement that was more a thought than an action, the spear extended into its long elegant form, arcs of lightning traveling along its length. He thrust, slamming it into the Firstborn's midsection. The impact didn't explode in a storm of light, the sound vanished, but the Firstborn was thrown back as if the mountain itself had struck him.
"Curses…" the Firstborn gritted through clenched teeth, staggering in midair. "Even my senses… they fail me…"
Shadow Zeus followed, flipping midair with the spear snapping back into its thunderbolt form. He unleashed a flurry, bolts lancing out in impossible, twisting arcs. Each bolt struck in succession, tearing across the Firstborn's defenses, ignoring everything, slicing through his aura, leaving extra burns that refused to heal. The Firstborn found himself desperately blocking, parrying, yet every strike tore at him in a way no god's regeneration could remedy.
Shadow Zeus pivoted, letting the weapon melt into a long spear once more. He spun, slamming the shaft horizontally. Violet arcs spiraled outward in a wide, deadly fan. The Firstborn tried to rise above, to crush him with pure brute force but the arcs shifted midair, wrapping around him leaving him staggered and unbalanced.
"You… this is… unreal, unacceptable!" the Firstborn growled, fury and awe mixing in his voice. "I have never faced… such, such… Humiliation!" He faltered mid-word, a lightning bolt ofThanatos Bronte slamming past him and carving a massive crater in the clouds behind.
Arthur watched from below, violet eyes glimmering. "It's working better than I expected."
Shadow Zeus leapt, striking like a spear that knew no mercy. The weapon shifted again mid-flight, crackling, the jagged thunderbolt embedded in the Firstborn's shoulder yet he didn't cry out. Instead, he roared, tearing the bolt free and swinging a strike that shook the heavens. But Shadow Zeus moved fluidly, spear spinning, ducking and weaving, the violet arcs dancing around him.
Every attack was choreographed, perfect. The Firstborn found his brute force met with a weapon that didn't just hurt, but anticipated, redefined, and punished his every motion.
"I… I can't… this isn't possible…" the Firstborn hissed through gritted teeth, hair whipping around his face as Shadow Zeus closed the distance again.
With a fluid spin, Shadow Zeus liftedThanatos Bronte into the air. The weapon shifted to thunderbolt form, small yet impossibly dense. He hurled it, bolts of violet lightning trailing it like a comet's tail. The Firstborn tried to dodge but the strike twisted mid-flight, splitting into three strikes, one grazing his arm, one slashing past his leg, and the final embedding itself deep into his torso.
The Firstborn screamed, in pain and in disbelief. His regenerative aura faltered against the weapon's divine effects. He struggled to move, sweat and blood mixing with storm, yet Shadow Zeus struck again, relentless and merciless.
The Firstborn's eyes darted downward. From below, Arthur crossed his arms, standing calm amid the chaos.
Arthur's smirk was the response to that gaze.
"Don't even try."
The Firstborn's didn't dare to attack Arthur again, his chest heaved, blood, eyes blazing with a mix of desperation and defiance. He looked down towards the hall of Zeus in the distance, toward the throne, the seat of absolute authority, and whispered to himself, almost a prayer and a curse intertwined.
"I… I must use that… if I want a chance… a chance to kill this thing…"
With a surge of battered strength, he launched himself toward the throne, trailing sparks of crimson and dark energy. The remnants of Olympus shook beneath him. Shadow Zeus pursued, silent and unyielding, spear in hand, lightning veins crawling along its shaft.
Arthur's calm violet gaze followed from below. A soft sigh escaped him, almost amused:
"So… he wants to use that. How desperate is he…"
The Firstborn landed heavily, shaking the ground, crumbling stone and twisted marble beneath him. He collapsed onto the throne, blood dripping from his mouth, staining the ornate seat, yet a twisted smile curled on his lips.
"He who controls the throne of Olympus," he rasped, voice echoing like fractured thunder, "controls the universe."
Arthur appeared beside him in a sudden flicker of shadow, a calm contrast to the Firstborn's chaos. He laughed.
"I don't know who lied to you and told you that," Arthur said, violet eyes glinting, "but… no. While it gives you certain extra abilities, it's not remotely enough to touch my weakest shadow soldiers, let alone the universe."
The Firstborn's hands crackled with stolen energy, and in a display of power, he muttered an incantation. The very flesh of Mount Olympus seemed to writhe and pulse, twisting and reforming into a nightmarish, fleshy parody of its former self. Towers bent like sinew, columns bulged like arteries, and the palace itself seemed to breathe.
Arthur's violet eyes scanned the abhorrent transformation, a small smile forming at the corner of his lips.
"Not much of a decor artist, are you? This is too much red." he quipped, his calm mocking tone cutting through the oppressive chaos.
The Firstborn froze, widening his eyes, voice filled with frustration.
"I… I just… cast a power limitation spell on you!" he growled, trying to seize back control, his fingers trembling with dark magic.
Arthur tilted his head, letting the words sink in.
"And… do you feel that I got weaker?" he asked, a violet glimmer flaring in his eyes. "No. Not at all."
Shadow Zeus landed next to Arthur, spear in hand, its purple arcs crackling. The Firstborn's eyes widened in instinctive fear, an ancient, primordial terror awakening in him.
Arthur's voice was calm, cold, inevitable
"Give it up."
The Firstborn's lips parted, but no words came. He tried to stand, to summon the stolen powers he had amassed, but Shadow Zeus was already moving.
The spear of Thanatos Brontē shifted in Shadow Zeus's hands, morphing into a long elegant spear in a fluid motion. With a single, perfectly timed step forward, Shadow Zeus drove the spear straight through the Firstborn's heart.
The Firstborn's eyes widened, the primordial fear anchoring him in place. His powers flared violently, but the spear did not waver, did not bend, did not fail. The violet arcs of lightning ran along his body.
Pain, rage, disbelief all converged in his gaze as he slumped forward slightly in the throne. His voice, hoarse and breaking, issued a curse that echoed through the shattered halls.
"You… you will not… you… abomination… I… will fall… and you will burn… your shadows… your soldiers… ALL OF IT… WILL BURN!"
Arthur's lips curved into a faint smile, Shadow Zeus withdrew the spear, the violet lightning dissipating, leaving the Firstborn trembling, broken, and utterly defeated in his seat of illusions before falling face first utterly dead.
Arthur's violet gaze swept over the throne hall, calm and absolute, and he whispered, more to himself than anyone else:
'I guess she was right after all.'
The flesh of Mount Olympus began to recede back into stone, the storm above calming slightly.
Shadow Zeus stood silent beside him, a sentinel of judgment, while Arthur's gaze lingered on the fallen Firstborn.
The air shifted.
A rush of wind swept through the ruined hall as two figures descended from the open sky behind Arthur. Kara touched down first, boots cracking fractured marble, her cape fluttering before settling. Raven followed, hovering a moment longer before lowering herself gently to the ground.
For a second, neither of them spoke.
Kara's gaze moved from the broken throne… to the body one the ground… then to the silent shadow standing nearby.
Raven felt it more than she saw it. The lingering echo of death, the unnatural feeling left behind when something ancient and powerful was forcibly ended. Her brows knit slightly, eyes darkening as she looked at Arthur's back.
"…Is it over?" Raven asked quietly.
Arthur didn't turn right away.
He looked once more at the Firstborn, at the god who brought death and destruction to Olympus, the one who had believed himself untouchable, eternal, inevitable. Then Arthur exhaled, slow and steady, as if letting go of something heavy.
"Yeah, it is." he said simply.
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