The God of Underworld

"This rebellion ends today!" Cronus pointed his scythe at the gods who rebelled against him as his army charged.

However, just as Cronus' army was about to strike, Hades exhaled softly. His fingers brushed against the black iron of his crown, and in that moment, the battlefield changed.

Darkness.

Not just the absence of light, but something deeper, more primordial. A void that swallowed all certainty, all courage, all reason.

The sky turned black, not like night, but as if the very fabric of existence had unraveled, leaving behind an abyss that threatened to consume them.

And then it rained.

But it was no ordinary rain.

Each droplet shimmered with an ethereal glow, blurring the space where it fell.

It was fear given form, the primal dread that clawed at the soul, the terror of the unknown, of what lurked in the void.

The moment it touched the warriors on Cronus' side, they faltered. Some collapsed instantly, trembling, their divine auras flickering as their minds crumbled under the weight of their deepest nightmares.

Others gasped for air, their knees buckling, their hands clutching their heads as if trying to tear the fear out of their own skulls.

Even the mighty Titans hesitated.

Atlas clenched his jaw, his muscles tensing as he fought against the unseen force.

Iapetus, despite his unreadable expression, had stilled, gripping his spear so tightly that the metal groaned under his grip.

Hades stood amidst the storm, his silver hair billowing, his eyes gleaming with abyssal power. He spoke, his voice reverberating through the battlefield.

"You who stand against me… do you fear the dark?"

For a moment, silence reigned.

Then, a single step echoed through the void.

The darkness wavered.

Another step.

The fear, the suffocating weight of Hades' power, began to shatter like fragile glass.

A golden light flared, pushing back the abyss.

A third step, and the night was no more.

A man now stood in front of Cronus' forces.

He stood tall, his ten-foot frame rippling with divine strength, his body aglow with heavenly radiance.

His short blond hair shimmered like molten gold, and his piercing eyes burned with pure, unyielding power.

Every step he took drove the darkness back, as if his very existence rejected the concept of fear itself.

Then, he raised his hand.

Light exploded outward, a radiance so pure, so absolute, that the fear-laced rain evaporated instantly.

The Olympian gods had to shield their eyes, their shadows stretching unnaturally as his divine presence overpowered the battlefield.

"I believe you are Hades, eldest son of Cronus." He said, his voice like rolling thunder. "A god of the dark, hiding behind shadows and fear. But fear has no power over those who embrace the light."

His aura flared, a golden inferno that set the sky ablaze. The trembling warriors of Cronus' army straightened, their dread vanishing like a bad dream.

This is the Titan of Heavenly Light, Hyperion.

And he would not let darkness reign.

"March bravely, soldiers." He declared, "As long as I am here, darkness and fear shall not consume your soul."

With Hyperion leading them, Cronus' army surged forward like an unstoppable tide.

The fear that had once gripped them was gone, replaced by fervor, by a burning determination that only a warrior bathed in heavenly light could inspire.

Titanic war cries shook the heavens.

The ground trembled under the weight of their charge.

The Olympian's forces, once bursting with morale, now faltered as the overwhelming force of the Titans bore down on them.

Even Zeus and Poseidon, despite their divine might, could not immediately rally their troops.

The fear had shaken them too deeply, and now, the light of Hyperion only widened the cracks in their morale.

The Titans struck like a storm.

The first lines of the Olympian army shattered as divine spirits and lesser gods were torn apart by monstrous Titans.

Spears, axes, and fists of unimaginable power crashed into them, reducing even powerful warriors to nothing more than dust and echoes.

The battlefield was chaos.

Zeus gritted his teeth, his eyes burning as he roared, "Stand your ground! We are the future of this world!"

Poseidon raised his trident, his voice crashing like waves against rock. "Do not falter! We fight for freedom!"

But their words could not reach the broken spirits of the Olympians.

The onslaught was relentless.

Zeus and Poseidon had no choice. If words could not restore their morale, then only raw power could.

Lightning erupted from Zeus' fingertips, as his Lightning Bolt appeared, splitting the sky in a web of destruction.

Thunder roared as bolts rained down, incinerating hundreds of enemy forces in an instant.

Poseidon responded in kind.

The seas raged, rising into towering waves that crashed onto the battlefield, sweeping away entire legions of Cronus' forces.

Tidal waves of divine water turned the land into a churning ocean of destruction.

But then—

A shadow loomed over Zeus.

It was Atlas.

The Titan of Strength and Endurance, the one who will one day bear the weight of the heavens.

He moved like a mountain brought to life, his every step shaking the battlefield.

"You will not go any further, whelp," Atlas growled. His massive arms flexed as he raised an enormous bronze club, one forged in the stars.

Zeus barely had time to react before the club came crashing down.

BOOM!

A deafening explosion rocked the battlefield as Zeus barely dodged, the force alone sending him skidding back.

Atlas stepped forward, his presence alone blocking Zeus from aiding their army.

Poseidon moved to assist his brother—

Only for a chilling voice to stop him.

"You should focus on yourself, God of the Seas."

Coeus, the Titan of Wisdom and Intelligence, stepped forward, his piercing violet eyes cold and calculating.

His presence was not as physically imposing as Atlas', nor was it as blinding as Hyperion's.

Yet, there was something about him.

An overwhelming, suffocating feeling.

Poseidon felt as though every move he could make had already been predicted.

"You think brute force will change the tide of this battle?" Coeus asked, his voice devoid of emotion. "Let me teach you, true power comes from those who use their intellect."

With Zeus and Poseidon locked in battle, the Olympian forces lost their strongest pillars.

The slaughter continued.

Hera, Demeter, and Hestia were the only ones strong enough that are still able to fight. They stood at the frontlines, their divine power lashing out at the Titans who sought to end them.

Hera, using her mirror, would seal the attacks thrown at her, and release it back to the attacker.

Demeter, using her left sickle, would drain the lives of her enemies, and use the right sickle to heal her alloes.

Hestia, without the need of her lotus, produces flames that burned with determination to protect her family and incinerated those who dared to get close to her.

And yet—

It was not enough.

Their forces were being overwhelmed.

Rhea could do nothing but hold onto Themis, her expression torn between grief and fury. She wanted to help, but Cronus was observing her, preventing her from making any moves.

Gaia, being a primordial, has certain rules to follow. Due to their overwhelming power, they cannot directly interfere with the affairs of the world.

Hades, at this moment, remained still.

And in front of him was Hyperion.

The Titan of Heavenly Light gazed down at him, his radiant presence pushing back every ounce of darkness that Hades commanded.

For the first time in this battle—

It was Hades who felt the weight of an overwhelming force.

"You are strong," Hyperion admitted, his voice unwavering. "Stronger than most of my kin give you credit for."

He raised his arm.

The sun itself seemed to pulse with his movements.

"But strength alone does not make you win wars."

The light grew brighter, enveloping everything in a golden blaze.

Hades narrowed his eyes.

Then, he took a step forward.

And darkness met the light.