I’m Hades Straight Up 5

(Third Person POV)

The earth trembled as Kronos roared, his bellow echoing across the island and far beyond, shaking the very foundations of Mount Olympus. Trees splintered, rocks cracked, and the sea itself recoiled from his wrath.

Rhea, exhausted but determined, cradled her newborn son close, her eyes wide with terror as she heard her husband's cries. The raw power that emanated from him was enough to send shivers down her spine, but she knew she couldn't falter now. Zeus had to be protected.

The nature spirits, guided by Gaia's will, moved quickly, whisking the infant Zeus away from the cave. The wind howled, and the sky darkened as if sensing the arrival of something monumental. Even as the world seemed to buckle under the strain of Kronos' rage, the spirits worked tirelessly, hiding Zeus within the depths of Crete's highest mountain, Mount Ida. While Rhea retreats into the Earth guided by her mother Gaea.

So in Mount Ida, the baby would be safe, nurtured by the milk of Amalthea, the divine goat, and guarded by the Kouretes, the fierce armored warriors who would drown out his cries with their clashing shields and spears and if need be move the baby somewhere else.

But Kronos was not a fool. As the pain of Hades' attack coursed through his body, he knew something was wrong. His instincts told him that Rhea had betrayed him, that the son she was supposed to deliver to him had been hidden away. 

Fury burned within him, but a more profound fear gnawed at his insides—fear of the prophecy, fear that his children would one day rise against him, just as he had risen against Ouranos. With each moment that passed, that fear grew stronger, festering alongside the searing agony inflicted by Hades' curse.

The Titan of Time looked down at the island of Crete, where he could feel the faint presence of his newborn son. He knew he had to find Zeus before it was too late. But as he raised his hand to summon his scythe, he remembered how Hades had snatched it away. 

His rage deepened, the skies darkening in response to his turmoil. He would crush his rebellious children first, and then he would find Zeus. He would ensure that the prophecy would never come to pass.

As Kronos staggered toward the island, his body struggling to heal from the relentless assault of Hades' powers, a shadow loomed behind him—a shadow that seemed to grow darker and more substantial with every step he took. 

But by the time he would reach the island, it would be too late. His wife was gone, and his son was hidden by the very world that gave birth to him.

(Hades POV)

We fell through the darkness, the air rushing past us as we tumbled deeper into the earth. My siblings were unconscious, their divine forms spent from the sheer effort it took to break free of our father's insides. I could feel the strain in my own body as well, the lingering exhaustion gnawing at the edges of my mind. But I couldn't allow myself to rest—not yet.

I forced my eyes open, focusing on the landscape below as we plummeted toward the ground. The sinkhole I had created had turned into a tunnel, leading us into the depths of the underworld. 

The walls glowed faintly, streaked with veins of precious metals and gems that caught the faintest light, but the beauty of the sight was lost on me. My thoughts were consumed by the battle we had narrowly escaped—and the war that was yet to come.

As we neared the bottom of the chasm, I tightened my grip on my siblings, preparing for impact. The ground rushed up to meet us, and with a final surge of power, I slowed our descent using my death authority to kill gravity, landing with a thud on the cold, rocky floor. Dust and debris swirled around us, settling in the still air of the cavern. I released a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding and carefully laid my siblings down, one by one.

Poseidon was the first to stir, and his brow furrowed as if he was still fighting against the acidic tides of our father's stomach. Hera groaned softly, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to wake. Demeter and Hestia remained still, their forms eerily quiet in the dim light. I stood over them, waiting, knowing that I would need all of them conscious of what was to come.

"Wake up," I commanded, my voice steady but laced with urgency. "We don't have time to rest."

Poseidon's eyes snapped open first, his expression dark as he sat up, wiping the grime from his face. "Where are we?" he asked, his voice rough from the strain of our ordeal.

"The Underworld," I replied, glancing around the cavern. "I pulled us here to escape Kronos. We're far from the surface but not far enough. He'll be searching for us soon."

Hera pushed herself up, wincing as she took in her surroundings and wiping off the remaining acid and sand. "So, we escaped one prison only to end up in another," she muttered, her tone biting.

"This isn't a prison," I corrected her, meeting her gaze. "It's a refuge. A place where we can regroup and prepare for what's next."

"What's next?" Demeter's voice was soft as she finally awoke, her eyes wide with uncertainty. "Are we to face Father again so soon? We've barely escaped with our lives."

"We don't have a choice," I said, my voice hardening. "If we stay here, he'll find us eventually. We need to be ready when that happens."

Hestia stirred last, her calm demeanor returning as she sat up and looked around. "This place...it feels familiar," she murmured, her gaze distant as if she was seeing something none of us could.

"It should," I said, my tone softening slightly. "This is the underworld, and even now, I can feel a connection forming between us. This is meant for me, but for now, this place shall be our foundation. And it will be our stronghold."

Poseidon frowned, rubbing the back of his neck as he considered my words. "This is probably the most I've heard you speak in a while, brother. So, what do we do now, Hades? What's the plan?"

I paused, taking a deep breath as I gathered my thoughts. I could feel the weight of leadership pressing down on me, but I knew I had no other choice. I had been the one to free us from Cronus; now, I had to lead us to victory.

"We strengthen ourselves," I began, my voice unwavering. "We tap into the power that runs through our veins, the power that is rightfully ours. We were born with our divinity, which will grant us the strength to face our Father now that we are no longer within his stomach."

Hera raised an eyebrow, skepticism evident in her gaze. "And how exactly do you propose we do that?"

I turned toward the cavern's center, where a faint glow emanated from the ground. "By drawing on the essence of this place. This underworld is ancient, filled with the remnants of divine energy. If we can tap into it, we can amplify our powers—make ourselves strong enough to challenge Kronos directly."

Poseidon stepped forward, intrigued. "You're talking about drawing on the raw magic of the earth and the underworld, aren't you? The kind that courses through the veins of both worlds."

"Exactly," I replied, nodding. "But it won't be easy. We'll need to channel our divinity and the world's magic properly, or it could destroy us."

Demeter's eyes brightened with understanding. "The earth's energy...it's life itself, isn't it? If we can harness it, we can use it to fuel our powers, to grow stronger."

Hestia remained silent, her gaze fixed on the glowing center of the cavern. She seemed to be contemplating something more profound than what the rest of us were discussing. But she said nothing, merely nodding in agreement.

Hera sighed, crossing her arms. "And what happens if we fail? If this energy proves too much for us to control?"

"Then we die," I said bluntly. "But doing nothing will lead to the same end. We have to take this risk if we want to survive if I'm going to die. I am going to do it on my feet. Not that I even think I can." I said the last part silently to myself, but I assumed they didn't hear me as they didn't seem to react.

The room fell silent as the weight of my words settled over us. It was a gamble, a dangerous one, but it was our best chance. And I could see in their eyes that they knew it too.

"Very well," Hera finally said, her voice resigned. "We'll do it. But know this, Hades, I won't be your subordinate. We're in this together, or not at all."

"Agreed," I replied, offering a nod. "We fight as one, or we fall as one for now."

Poseidon, Demeter, and Hestia all nodded in unison, their resolve clear. We were in this together, for better or worse. But Hera seemed put off by my statement. But she says nothing stewing in her plots. 

"Then let's begin," I said, as we walked further into the underworld. "It's time to claim our birthright."

But that's not the only plan I have in mind. There are six beings in this place that I want to free, and I can feel them now. To be more specific, I could feel everything, and without even realizing it, my eyes glowed as a smile appeared on my face.

So I reached out, and the world around us began to shift once more. 

A king needs a throne, after all.

(Third Person POV)

Far above, Kronos stood on the shores of Crete, his eyes blazing with fury as he scanned the horizon. His wounds were healing, albeit slowly, but the damage had been done. The sting of Hades' curse still lingered in his veins, and the absence of his scythe left him feeling vulnerable. 

He clenched his fists, vowing to find his children and crush them once and for all. The other Titans weren't very supportive either, as when he called upon the nun, he seemed to answer his summons other than a few.

But as he turned his gaze toward the island's highest peak, he felt a shift in the air, a tremor that seemed to pulse from deep within the earth. His eyes narrowed, and a sneer curled his lips. He could sense it now, the faint stirrings of divine power awakening far below. His children were plotting against him, seeking to defy him once more.

But Kronos was not so easily defeated. He was the Titan of Time, the devourer of gods, and he would not allow his offspring to rise against him. He gathered his remaining strength with a roar that shook the heavens, preparing to unleash his wrath upon the earth.

"The battle was far from over, Hades. I will find you, and I will take everything from you." As the titan of time grumbles in pain and anger, he raises his hand and calls for his scythe, which appears in his hand. However, he notices that the wooden handle has the same rot that is still healing on his stomach.

In his rage and his pain, Kronos tightens his grip on his weapon, only to find that it can barely stand a small portion of his strength as it cracks at the seams.

But the Titan of Time fails to notice this as he begins to search the island for any signs of his final son while his stomach tries to heal his rotting wound.

Yet, while all this is happening, one being is sitting on a nearby mountain, watching all of this occur with a smile on her face and as the very earth moves with her she walks down what looks to be stairs going into hell.

(By the way, if you need a picture for how Hades currently looks imagine that he is essentially the Hades from the recent Hades game I like his design. And if you need a visualization for his siblings, you guys can use whatever you want as since their gods, they can shape shift into whatever they want.)