The dust of war still hung in the still air of Olympus.
I walked through the rubble toward the throne, ignoring the trail of destruction left by my confrontation with Cronus.
Upon reaching the main hall, the majesty of the throne awaited me.
I sat down, allowing the fabric of reality to anchor itself to my will.
Hades and Poseidon, battered, their wounds revealing exposed tissue and fractured bones, struggled to their feet.
Arrogance still burned in their eyes, but fear of the outcome of my fight against Cronus kept them in check.
“The world must be divided,” Poseidon growled, wiping the golden blood from his mouth.
“Our spilled blood grants us the right to choose.”
I looked down at them coldly.
“I’ll take the sky and the throne of Olympus. Divide the rest.”
“That’s unfair!” Hades exclaimed, stepping forward.
We fought shoulder to shoulder against them.
We will not be your subordinates.
I stood up, unleashing a burst of energy that pulverized the stones on the floor.
“If you think justice is a matter of numbers, you’re wrong. If you think you deserve more, then the throne is yours. You have three days to recover. Come back then and fight for it. If you defeat me, decide amongst yourselves who gets everything.” This chapter was taken from novelping.com without permission.
They looked at each other, calculating their odds.
They were arrogant, but not suicidal.
They knew that, even wounded, facing me now that I had disintegrated Cronos was a death sentence.
They lowered their heads, accepting defeat without a word.
When they left, silence filled the hall.
I closed my eyes and connected with the architecture of the universe.
It wasn’t magic; it was code.
A complex system that, if I could master it, would make me the sole absolute sovereign.
Understanding how to manipulate divine sources and how to ensure our existence was cyclical—eternal as long as we held our positions—was my priority.
The divinity of the fallen Titans floated in the air like free energy; I only needed a way to filter it and absorb it into my own core to nullify any future resistance.
With a gesture of my hand, I opened a dimensional rift to Mount Ida.
My voice resonated through the rift, clear and commanding.
Shortly after, they both emerged in the hall of Olympus.
Their bellies, swollen with my seed, moved with the calm of those who already know who wields their destiny.
Seeing me seated on the throne, their faces lit up with a mixture of devotion and utter satisfaction.
They approached slowly, moving with the elegance of queens who already knew they were masters of this new order.
“The world has changed, Zeus,” Metis said, placing a hand on my knee as she gazed at me adoringly.
“And we are here to see it all from our rightful place.”
“There is nothing left to fear,” Amalthea added, standing beside me with a serene smile.
“Cronus is ash. The future is ours.”
I drew them to me, feeling their presence as the necessary complement to my authority.
I had won the throne, but the real work—absorbing the essence of the Titans and gaining total control of this “system”—was only just beginning.
And with my queens at my side, eternity looked like a playground ripe for conquest.