Chapter 36: The Fall of Titans

Chapter 36: The Fall of Titans



"What is this?" Apollo asked, his golden eyes glowing in excitement.

"It's an instrument I created," Hypnos revealed. "It is something that directly speaks to the souls of others in a language that predates words." He paused. "In another term, it is called the piano."

"Are you finally going to teach me this language that predates words?" Apollo immediately requested.

"Well, you can only try for the throne of the musician, since the throne of Light is already taken," Hypnos said with a smile.

"So is that a 'yes'?" Apollo asked carefully.

"Yes,"

-Hypnos to Apollo on Music.

Finally, the Titaness of Order thrust the sword of light into the world of chaos. "I will have Order!"

And there was Order, purging chaos into nothingness-a beam of light erupted from the sword held by Themis, striking and illuminating the ruined battlefield.

The fabric of space on the battlefield was instantly split apart to divide into different sections, slowly evolving into realms. The Titans and Gods tried to resist the Order instinctively, but it completely overwhelmed them, separating and enclosing them within realms in different battle groups, all according to the will of Themis:

Zeus and Hera vs. Kronos.

Altas vs. Demeter and Hades.

Hyperion vs. Helios.

Iapetus and Menoetius vs. Kratos and Selene.

Poseidon vs. Perses.

With the thrum of space, the Order of Themis was established, almost sealing her divided spaces. The Titaness of Order began to analyze her creations, and immediately, uncertainty bloomed in her heart. It stemmed from the obvious problem she noticed with her realms: despite her initial successful establishment of order, it would become more difficult to maintain once everyone began fighting each other, particularly Zeus, Hera, and Kronos-she had an instinctive feeling that her order wouldn't last more than a few minutes under their fight, even with the supposed assistance of Hecate and Mnesmosyne.

A dreamy power descended from the sky, as if hearing her concerns. It merged with her order, strengthening it exponentially.

And thus, the final battlefields of the Titans and Gods were completely separated into different metaphysical realms, preventing any possibility of the birth of chaos.

Themis stood in silence with Mnesmosyne and Hecate, gazing up at the sky. Despite the shocking developments of the war, it cannot be denied that they had failed to live up to their commander's expectations, most likely disappointing him. But they didn't continue to wallow in their grief, forcing their attention back to the ensuing war.

"Allow us in, Themis," muttered Hecate, breaking the silence.

"The thrones..." Mnesmosyne whispered lowly.

"Leave them," Themis said, shaking her head.

"But, but..." Mnesmosyne bit her lower lip.

"Themis is right," Hecate stated. "Remember our Lord's adage: drastic times call for drastic measures."

"The tides of war are already turning in our favour." Themis added, "Seal them." She looked at Mnesmosyne and Hecate together. "There can be no more variables."

Mnesmosyne took a deep breath, understanding the stakes, and nodded to Themis and Hecate.

Themis, in concurrence, waved her hand, granting them free passage through the realms of battlefields.

The Lady Magic and the Lady of Remembrance immediately teleported into the order of Themis, their hearts set in victory.

In one of the metaphysical realms, Zeus and Hera stood next to each other, confronting their father in clashes of auras.

"What in Tartarus happened, Zeus?" Hera fixed her gaze on her inept brother.

"He tricked me!" Zeus snapped.

"Oh, daughter," Kronos chuckled maliciously, "it wasn't really that difficult; Zeus has too many flaws, and I just exploited one of them for my trick, and he easily fell for it like a fool, which in a way, he indeed is-"

"Enough!" Zeus yelled and summoned a cosmic bolt, but Hera stepped in and placed her hand over his shoulder.

The Goddess of the Stars cocked her head in mock concern at her father. "If I were you, Father, I would stop provoking Zeus and instead concentrate on finding a way out of the hopeless situation I'm trapped in right now."

"Enough with your fatuous words, daughter." The Titan King merely snarled. If he truly had any trepidation over the deteriorating situation of his side, he didn't show it all on his face.

"Indeed," Hera said as she rose from the ground, bathed in starlight. "Considering your situation, it's pointless; after all, you're up against not one, but two cosmic gods." She looked at her brother with clear meaning in her eyes, and he ultimately nodded begrudgingly, so they

joined hands.

They charged at Titan of Time with a war cry, releasing all of their strength without restraint and directing hundreds upon thousands of cosmic beams of starlight and bolts of cosmic lightning, all powerful enough to repeatedly destroy earth countless times.

He never knew it tasted so sweet.

All the Titans sensed it right away: their powers, like their thrones, began to fade into

nothingness. They were already losing the war, but the destruction of their thrones sealed the

deal.

The Titans fell like dominoes, overwhelmed and defeated by the Gods, until all that remained

was Kronos, their king, who remained as obstinate as a mule, refusing to admit defeat to his

children.

Zeus and Hera strode towards a battered and bruised Kronos, whose powers were also waning, affected by the partial destruction of his throne, but still they didn't dare underestimate their father, keeping their senses and instincts sharp and clear.

"You have already lost, father." The Goddess of Stars uttered, staring at her father. "Give up," "Never," the Titan of Time hissed, his gaze fixed on his children.

"So be it," The God of Lightning snarled, fed up with his obstinate father. He yanked the

crushed scythe from his father's grasp. His father tried to resist, but his might was totally

lost.

"Father, there is no honor in continuing to make a stand when you have all but lost," Hera remarked kindly. "It won't make you look great, but it will just affirm to others what you really are- "

"A stubborn fool," Zeus finished for her, raising the scythe at his father.

"Perhaps I have lost." Kronos laughed darkly. "Perhaps not. My dear children, you may never

know."

The prophetic words of the Titan of Time caused no ripples on the countenance of either of the cosmic gods.

"We have defeated you, and we can very well do it again," Zeus thundered majestically, his declaration resounding throughout the battlefields and attracting the attention of all- Themis had already removed her order when the pillar of heaven fell on the throne room,

bringing all the different battlefields back together.

Kronos just laughed crookedly, sending chills down everyone's spine, but it was cut short

when Zeus swung the cursed scythe at him, plunging him into the claws of eternal darkness.

As the Titan Lord had done to his father, the God of Lightning continued to sever Titanic being of Kronos into a thousand pieces with lightning speed. "A fitting fate, don't you think, sister?" he finished, looking back at his sister, who was just staring at the shimmering pieces that were once their father. "Yes," Hera said. "Ironic as well."

Despite the victory they had achieved together, there was no warmth in their tones, and they didn't notice the subtle change that had happened between them either, and it would be a long time before they did; by then, it would be too late...

Under the twilight of the sun, the Gods gathered with their allies on the ruins of Mount Othrys

as the Cyclopes dragged the chained Titans before Zeus and others, forcing them to kneel in shame and unwillingness before the remains of their Lord.

Zeus strode before his defeated enemies. "Ah, my dear relatives," he chuckled, coming to a

halt in the middle of them. "For the crime of being on the wrong side of a war, I, Zeus, God of Lightning and Thunder, cast you into the dark pits of Taratus for the rest of eternity." All of the Titans hung their heads, their faces obscured by their own shadows, but Altas

laughed at his captors. "You know nothing about how the cosmos works, puny gods!" he bellowed. "If you banish us, your victory will become meaningless."

Zeus proclaimed. "I can assure you that I know more about the universe than you ever did. So, of course, I was aware of the problem with the sky that would render our victory meaningless, but fortunately, I have found a solution." He gave Altas a warm smile. "Well, cousin, don't

you always boast about your unending strength? Here is your moment to truly prove it to us- you are going to hold up the sky all by yourself."

"What?" Altas blinked.

"Brontes, Arges, Steropes," Zeus called. "He's all yours."

The Elder Cyclopes dragged the stunned Altas to a distant mountaintop near the ruins, where

the sky was dangerously nearing Earth.

The God of Lighting finally turned and nodded to the God of Underworld, who then raised his bident and struck down on the ground, causing the earth beneath the Titans to rip open, revealing a dark and silent passage that led to the pit of evil that was Taratus. Through it, the

Titans fell, and the last thing they saw was the sleeping face of a bearded man shimmering in the sky, his mouth rising to form a vicious smile that contrasted his serene countenance, before darkness consumed them.

And so, after a long and arduous ten years, the Titanomachy ended with the victory of the

gods.

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