In the Beginning Ch. 07

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Chapter 7: Betrayal

Hyperion and Oceanus listened while Gaia and Cronos told their story about Ouranos bedding Rhea and how he could come for their partners. Coeus, Crius, Iapetus, and Crius were more engrossed, but in the end, Gaia knew it was Hyperion she needed to convince.

“So you would have us turn on our father, knowing he defeated our greater siblings?” Coeus asked. In Gaia’s estimation, he was the smart one of the family. If he was expressing doubts, they were not in a good place.

“All things must pass,” Iapetus countered.

That was good. If Cronos’s words could win over even one of them, that would be worth fighting for in Gaia’s eyes.

“They’re right!” Oceanus boomed like a violent wave. “If he would steal away Rhea, there’s nothing to stop his eyes shifting to Tethys or any of our partners! What he does wrong to one of us will be to all of us.”

Crius made a motion. “And should we succeed? What then? Who will be King? Or are we to be ruled by Gaia?”

They all turned to face their enormous mother. Gaia was almost annoyed by Crius. He was always their leader as children, but with Cronos being the one who had been hurt, much like Gaia had been, she understood Crius’s mind was aware of a shift. Gaia could not allow them to break apart just because one son wanted their father’s throne. “I believe that is a question better left for success. We cannot plan for what has not happened.” Thankfully, Hyperion, the most powerful, and Coeus, the most intelligent, agreed. With them, even Crius fell in line.

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They could be lying, was Ouranos’s first thought upon returning to Olympus. Shaking his head, he realized the Sisters had never lied to him while he had known them. He could return and demand answers. But the things he saw were flowing with truth. The future was full of hope for others but devoid of any for him. Further, should he return to their palace, they would not be there. They had condemned him for his rash act of anger. Had he held back his outburst, would his future have been saved?

Or had he been doomed since entering the room? He shook his head. No. It was their fault. Somehow, he could rectify the situation. All that needed doing was the death of his sons. He could not be overthrown by… what was it the sisters had said? “Each King betrayed by their deserving bold.” Their deserving bold? Who qualified?

While he had seen the future when they spoke, the memory of the imagery was hazy at best. He could not rely on the Moirai to give him the answers. He would have to piece it together himself.

As such, his mind returned to the quandary. Hyperion or Crius would qualify, obviously. Hyperion was the most capable. His great flame in the sky testified to that. Crius had always been a leader. If they were killed, there was no deserving son.

Oceanus spent all his time with Tethys; Coeus was too smart for his own good. adana escort Iapetus was obsessed with the concept of life and Cronos… Cronos was too weak to even hold onto Rhea. None of them deserved his throne, nor could they overthrow him to sit on it. He would need to stop only Hyperion and Crius.

He turned away from Rhea. As much as he loathed to do so, he could not leave his focus on his prize. He needed to turn that attention to his deserving sons. He could deal with the rest of his Titan brood once they were locked in Tartarus with the Cyclopes and the hundred-headed wretches.

This first generation had been a mistake. The world would not know or miss them. He would rid the Realm of them, and they would be replaced with more worthy specimens modeled after him. His daughters would see to that.

His gaze fell upon the Realm of Greece, looking for Hyperion and Crius. To his surprise, they were together. Their company made him realize he may have been far too late.

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The siblings stared at the items Cronos pulled out: the gauntlets for Crius, the torch for Hyperion, and the scythe for himself. Iapetus, Oceanus, and Coeus looked upon their brothers.

“What are we meant to do?” Coeus asked.

“To help if you can,” Gaia said. “You are all blessed with gifts from Chaos and the union of your father and myself. Your interests are a reflection of that.”

Crius put on the gauntlets and felt the heavens above illuminate. He looked up and made a motion for his siblings to see. When the torch touched Hyperion’s fingertips, a bright flame burst from the opposite end of the item. He marveled at the light dancing on the tip of his beacon. Oceanus felt water swirling around his fists. Iapetus stared at his hands and wondered what they could do to their father. Coeus looked at things differently.

As the sun began to set, casting an orange glow across the vast Realm of Greece, the Titan sons prepared for the battle ahead. Their weapons glinted in the fading light, reflecting their unwavering determination. They could feel their resolve would be tested.

“How dare you!” exclaimed a voice projecting from above. The sons of Gaia and Ouranos looked up to see Ouranos, the ancient and intrepid ruler of the heavens. He descended from the sky, his presence imposing and domineering. He would be a most formidable opponent, with abilities that had long kept all in check.

With the availability of their weapons and superiority, things would have to change if the sons were to have any hope of a future. Ouranos, enraged by his children’s mutiny, struck out against them. While the others were unsure, Cronos was confident of his convictions.

Recalling the news of Rhea and Ouranos’s infidelity, Cronos charged and launched himself at his father, swinging the scythe at his father’s thunderous blow. The first struck the adamantine sickle. ankara escort The clash created a backlash that made the Titan sons flinch.

Gaia recoiled from the blow. She was unsure whether she should run to protect her daughters or to help her sons in the battle that had come far too soon.

When Ouranos retreated from Cronos’s attack, the Sky Father looked upon his fist and his golden-crimson mix of ichor, the blood of the divine, coating it. Each of the Titans looked at Cronos with admiration. “This changes nothing!” Ouranos proclaimed. Though he sounded confident, his sons could see his bleeding hand was shaking from the newfound experience of pain. Ouranos, in response, unleashed lightning bolts, thunderous roars, and gusts of wind, seeking to subdue his rebellious children. One by one, the sons were being overcome.

It was Coeus who saw what no one else could. The world, the stars, and the very godly beings lived on multiple axes. It was all a matter of perspective. When he came to that contemplative conclusion, the winds were the simplest thing to reverse. It was a matter of flipping his father upside down.

Ouranos lost focus momentarily as the brutal winds he summoned turned on him. Suddenly, he was floating on his head. He struggled to reorient himself when a tidal wave of monstrous proportions struck him. “Oceanus!” Ouranos screamed, hailing lighting and thunderbolts from the heavens. The Sea Titan’s head was assaulted as Ouranos was pulled closer to the sea.

Iapetus jumped when he saw Ouranos crash his fists onto Oceanus’s prone body and caught his father by the wrists. Ouranos watched in horror as Iapetus’s grip seemed to sap Ouranos’s immense strength. So much was gone that Ouranos felt his flesh becoming ash. He kicked Iapetus in the chest, nearly caving it in. Ouranos looked at his forearms and, seeing the dingy, colorless flesh, realized he could not allow Iapetus to touch him again.

He called down a lightning bolt and launched it at Iapetus to consume his child, but it was intercepted by Crius’s fists. The gauntlet-covered fists shined with the light of the stars. The smirk on Crius’ face informed Ouranos he was unafraid of his imperious father.

“You shall never be King, Crius,” Ouranos decreed.

“We will see. Won’t we, Father?” Crius challenged with infuriating joy. The other Titans, whether harmed or not, watched, captivated by the sheer confidence of Crius, who stepped forward, his gauntlets pulsating with cosmic radiance. His eyes gleamed with determination as he prepared to unleash the full potency of the constellations against his father.

With a sweeping motion of his arms, Crius summoned the might of the stars. Stardust trailed from his gauntlets as constellations materialized around him, their light casting an ethereal glow, and surged through his veins, filling him with otherworldly energy.

Before the first adıyaman escort punch exploded against Ouranos’s face, the Sky Father could sense the mastery Crius wielded. He fell into the ocean, blinded and confused by such force. With each blow, Crius unleashed torrents of stellar energy upon Ouranos, overwhelming his father with the celestial forces at his command. Beams of starlight shot forth from his gauntlets, tearing through the air with incredible speed and precision. The sea was illuminated with the radiant brilliance of his attacks.

As the clash intensified, Ouranos fell further back, realizing the threat Crius posed. Quickly, he called upon his vast cosmic influence as Crius prepared to strike him again. The heavens trembled, and a tempest swirled around him. In a burst of raw ferocity, Ouranos unleashed a devastating wave of celestial strength, seeking to destroy Crius, who tried to block it. In fear of so much violence, he closed his eyes. The intensity of Ouranos’s attack collided with Crius’s defenses, causing a cataclysmic explosion of energy. The shockwave reverberated through the battlefield.

The radiant light of the constellations dimmed, and Crius’s gauntlets cracked under the strain of Ouranos’s onslaught. The cosmic vitality that once flowed freely through him faltered, leaving Crius vulnerable and weakened. He gritted his teeth, refusing to yield, but the pain of his damaged hands was undeniable. When he finally opened his eyes, he saw the gigantic figure of his father within steps from him.

His fingers, once agile and nimble, suddenly felt heavy and unresponsive. The command of the constellations slipped from his grasp, leaving him defenseless against the might of Ouranos. The once proud Titan of constellations stood before his father, his paws trembling and broken.

Ouranos, seeing the weapons of his son crumble into the ocean, grabbed his son’s arms. He could see the pride Crius had felt in his great strength. “How quickly things change,” Ouranos taunted. In a single moment, Ouranos squeezed around his son’s hands and wrists, crushing them. The bloodcurdling scream from Crius told his siblings his efforts were done, and so was his future to lead.

Hyperion was the first to react. He swung the torch fiercely against his father’s temple, knocking him aside. He had a choice to continue fighting his father or help his brother, and it was simple; he lifted Crius, rushing him back to land. It was Cronos who hurried towards their father.

Everyone but Hyperion saw what happened. Time slowed as Cronos moved. It was not as if time seemed to slow; it slowed. Time obeyed Cronos’s command as he ran full force toward their father’s falling body. Seeing his father’s manhood under his flowing clothes, Cronos sliced. He could not think of any other fitting punishment for his father’s actions.

The siblings gasped as Ouranos’s penis and testicles were freed from his body. His cry did not last long. As he landed on his back, Ouranos’s last sight in the land of the living was Cronos lifting the scythe overhead. And so, the first actual death in the land of Greece had taken place. Ouranos, the slain, and Cronos, the slayer.

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