A Hell on the Battlefield.
That was the only description that fit the current state of Olympus. The so-called Kingdom of the Gods—once a labyrinth of divine sanctuaries believed by mortals to be an unreachable paradise—was now nothing more than a graveyard of marble and gold.
The very towers that once pierced the heavens now rolled across the earth as scorched rubble, a jagged reminder that even eternity has an expiration date.
In the center of this devastation stood a lone man.
He wore no plate armor, no weapon, nor did he carry a shield. He was dressed in simple, everyday clothes—a mundane outfit that looked absurdly out of place amidst the cosmic ruins.
Yet, he was the undisputed architect of this mess.
He looked up toward the sky. Or, more accurately, he looked toward the more than a hundred shimmering figures floating above him like a flock of predatory stars.
One man stepped forward from the divine ranks, walking through the air with the casual grace of the immortal.
"Chaos," the God spoke, his voice vibrating with suppressed thunder. "Was all of this truly necessary?"
"You tell me," the man, Chaos, replied with a tired yawn. "Was it reaaaaally needed? Sending armies of Demigods to my doorstep? You should've known they'd be useless."
The God looked down at the surrounding corpses—the fallen elite knights who had died by the man's hand. "We didn't expect them to kill you, certainly. We hoped they would wear you out, or at least test the waters on our behalf. But..." He scoffed, his gaze cold. "They were useless even in death. I suppose that is to be expected of offspring born from lowly mortals. Weak!"
"Weak, you say?" Chaos tilted his head, a mocking glint in his eyes. "Weren't some of those 'weaklings' your own children?"
"Calling them my children is a disgrace to my bloodline. Restrain your tongue, Chaos."
Sigh....
"First off, I have a name. Stop calling me 'Chaos'. It has a tacky, evil-villain ring to it. Second... what are you going to do? Petition the Council for an execution order? Beg the other members to approve it like you did when I was born?"
"I doubt I need the council's permission to kill you," the God hissed. "Especially if you insist on protecting that Woman."
Behind Chaos, a woman with silver hair lay on the scorched earth. She was being tended to by a man whose appearance was far from human—deep crimson horns sprouted from his head, majestic dragon wings folded across his back, and his skin was partially armored in obsidian scales.
"Chaos, hand over the Sinner," the God commanded. "Your mother, your father, your uncle... everyone who once shielded you is now dead. There is no one left to protect you now. Give up."
"Indeed. There's no one left to protect me," Chaos whispered, his voice turning dangerously low. "And whose fault is that, I wonder?"
"What?"
"Oh, come on! We both know this ends in a fight to the death. Are you still planning to play the innocent victim?"
The God fell silent for a moment, the golden light around him flickering. "...Since when did you know?"
"From the beginning. My old man left me a message the moment he realized your scheme. Unfortunately, by then, it was already too late. But I know exactly which of you held the knife."
"Then why wait until now?" the God asked. "Why did you not seek your revenge years ago? Did your father forbid it?"
"Not really. He told me to do whatever I wanted. Honestly, I stayed my hand for three reasons." He put up three fingers "One: I wasn't confident I could take all of you at once. Two: Attacking you meant burning Olympus, and my parents actually cherished this place. And lastly..."
Chaos shrugged. "They wouldn't have wanted me to waste my life on ghosts. Revenge won't bring them back, after all."
"And yet," the God sneered, "you have destroyed that very Olympus for the sake of a mere woman. And For a Sinner, no less. I suppose even a monster like you can fall to lust and forget his parent's legacy. What a filial son you are!"
"Don't try to guilt-trap me, Goldie," Chaos spat. "Even my parents would approve of my decision. And Don't compare me to the likes of you degenerates in your ranks. You lot might see partners as objects of lust or breeding material. I don't."
"Goldie? I have a name, you—"
"I treat others the way they treat me. That's my rule. And I don't really bother remembering the names of people who aren't important."
"Dar...ling..." A weak voice drifted from behind him.
Chaos turned instantly, his expression softening as he crouched beside the silver-haired woman. "Time out," he called over his shoulder to the gods.
"Do you think this is a game?" the God growled. "Fine. It will be your last conversation regardless."
Chaos ignored him, ruffling the woman's hair. "Are you okay, dear?"
"I am... fine. I am so sorry, Darling..."
"As you should be," he teased, though his touch was gentle. "You almost made a husband lose his chance to get the grand Honor of standing by his wife when she's at her lowest."
"Dying with me is no honor," she whispered. "And... we aren't even married yet."
"For me, It is" He smiled "and Do you think a mere ritual means anything to me?"
"There you go again, Always doing whatever you want... you're a tyrant. A good one." She smiled back Softly.
"As long as you think so."
"Ahem!" The golden-haired God interrupted. "You really are like your parents. Flaunting your affection in public even at the brink of death."
"There's no shame in loving someone," Chaos snapped, looking back with a glare. "Now shut up! Don't ruin the moment."
"Heh," the woman smiled weakly. "They seem quite confident in defeating you."
"That they are. Gods and their planet-sized, glass-made egos... they never change." He looked at the dragon-kin man. "Take her away. Now."
"Wait! I can still fight! Let's—"
Before she could finish, Chaos silenced her with a kiss. A surge of dark, invisible energy flowed from him into her. "Sleep," he commanded.
Her eyes fluttered. "You... bas...tard..." And then, she went limp in the dragon-man's arms.
Chaos caressed her cheek and Planted a final kiss on his princess's forehead. "I am Sorry And... even if you don't hear me, I Love You."
Despite knowing that touching a Lady's sleeping face is rude, He still insisted on being Selfish for this one last time.
"Go," Chaos ordered. The scaled man picked her up in a princess carry and prepared to take flight, but a semi-transparent barrier resembling stained glass shimmered into existence, blocking their path.
"Don't push it, Chaos," the God warned. "The Sinner stays here."
Chaos stood up. He didn't argue. He simply gathered a dense, dark-crimson energy in his palm. A second later, the energy manifested into a jagged, terrifying sword. He pointed the tip at the barrier and fired a single, concentrated bullet of force.
CRACK.
The divine barrier shattered like cheap glass. "You don't get to decide where she goes," Chaos said.
The dragon-man didn't hesitate; he took off at full speed, vanishing into the clouds.
"Chase them!" Goldie roared. Two gods dived from the sky to pursue, but a flash of crimson light cut through the air, stopping them dead in their tracks.
"Sigh... are we really doing this, Prince?" the God asked, his voice shaking with a hint of actual fear.
"Now you call me Prince?" Chaos turned towards the Gods and raised his sword, his aura beginning to swallow the remaining light of Olympus. "You already know my answer."
"No choice, then," the God said, summoning a golden spear. "You brought this upon yourself."
'This will be my Last Gift to you, Ria. Live well, For us. And For Me'
And so began The began the war between one God and More than a hundred Gods. A war whose reason, if gets known to public, would cause Many people to mock and only a few shall understand the Man's reason.
A foolish reason. A Truely foolish reason.
the greatest war in the history of this world—a war so devastating, it would eventually be erased from the very books of time itself.