A.N. So, this was another idea I had as a spur of the moment thing, it takes the usual idea of 'chaos wanted a kid, so s/he had one and he became really OP' and try to give it my own twist, including name changes, harems, a few reasonable gods, idiotic titans, paranoia, a big metal vault, whores, loving others while strangling them, and one hell of a hangover! Also, a few words.
1. There may be lemons, but I don't know when.
2. The harem is going to be small, 4 to 5 girls max, so I can focus on building relationships instead of adding a new girl every other chapter.
3. There are mentions of rape in this chapter! Proceed at your own risk!
I don't own anything other then the OCs in this story.
That's it, Here we Go!
Son of Void
Chapter One: Visions and Decisions
Unknown time: Unknown place
In the darkest part of creation sits a man. He is lean, mildly muscled, with pale skin and a chiseled face. His eyes, a shade of black so dark, they felt like pools of the abyss that surrounded him. He was wearing an all black three piece suit, with black dress shoes.
He could be seen watching a creation of his sister, a world called Earth, and felt nothing but loneliness and a desire to enjoy that world the same way his sisters' creations did. More then that, he wanted to experience the feelings of being a father. He had watched for so long, seeing the world change from a worthless mud ball, to a place filled with so many different cultures. He felt a pull in his mind and followed it, having long since gotten used to the visions he received from his domain.
The man saw the world in turmoil, beings that were called Titans were slaughtering their father, then proclaiming the world theirs, before more came. These beings, calling themselves Gods, usurped the Titans, placing them in prisons across the world, even their own mother, lady Rhea. Later, the Gods had grown complacent and arrogant, letting the world slowly fall into disarray, the mortals suffering from the lack of care.
The man blinked, the vision fading away even as another took its place.
A woman, more beautiful then most to come before, was created from the blood of a primordial, the first children of Chaos, called Ouranos. She stumbled for a moment, before summoning clothes to cover herself. She eventually made her way towards Olympus, before stopping and hiding her identity behind a false being. It was similar to her natural form, but separate from her essence. The woman sent the false being to Olympus, eventually earning a spot on the council, but the road to such a position had been hard. She had watched as the false being was raped, used, and violated over and over by the male gods on the council. Once the being had earned the spot on the council, the woman retreated into her palace, manipulating the false being into what the other gods expected her to be. It became a sex loving whore, gleefully attaching itself to any it could possibly seduce, even as the original woman cried from the abuse of the gods directed at the false being. The woman cried at the state she was in, forced to hide her true self away, cursed to never experience true love, only that of desire from those would simply force themselves onto her.None could see an insignia tattooed between her breasts, a black winged blade pointing downwards.
His vision flickered as another vision came just after the last.
He watched a woman, a goddess, as her brother, Zeus, demanded that she become his queen. She attempted to refuse, only for Zeus to threaten her, swearing that if she didn't marry him, he would kill each and every child she had. The woman cried, knowing that there was no way out of it, but agreed. The night of their marriage, Zeus quickly threw her onto the bed, forcing her legs apart and fucking her as hard as he pleased. He paid no mind to the pain he was causing her, only considering using her as he wanted. After that night, the woman, depressed and deeply hurt, could only watch as her husband repeatedly violated their oath, as well as countless mortals. Then, a mark, the same insignia as before, tattooed itself under her right breast, hidden from the cruel and unfair king of gods.
The man took a breath, the visions were coming faster and faster!
A girl could be seen sitting beside a blazing hearth, holding the flame of hope in her hands, gently nurturing it, even as she sighed out in loneliness. She looked around, seeing her family members ignoring her yet again, arguing like children throwing tantrums. She shook her head, resolving to stand by her family, even as her heart cried for someone, anyone, to show her the affection and attention she had been deprived her whole life. The now familiar insignia engraved into her shoulder, hidden just as the woman was from her family.
The man panted at the strain, not having expected so much at once. He felt his sight slipping away again…
A woman simply minding her duties in a temple she had grown up in, who would have happily served her goddess, in anything and everything she demanded, did not know she had attracted the attention of another god. An arrogant god of the seas, called Poseidon, saw the beauty of the woman and decided to make her his. He appeared before her, speaking with her pleasantly to try to beguile her. She refused his advances, saying that her duties must be done. Poseidon in his anger at being denied, then revealed who he was, before again trying to convince her to leave with him to his bed. The woman refused again, claiming the only god she respected was her patron, Athena. Poseidon felt his wrath grow, and he grabbed her by her neck, choking her for a moment before slamming her onto Athena's sacred alter. The woman begged and prayed to Athena for assistance, but Athena refused, feeling anger and jealousy at the woman's beauty. Poseidon held the woman down, before ripping the clothes from her body and started to rape her. The woman could only cry from the pain, both from the wrathful god, as well as her patron's betrayal. Poseidon used the woman for his pleasure, before throwing her to the ground, satisfied with himself. He then disappeared, leaving the woman he had violated sobbing on the floor. Athena, in her jealousy, cursed the woman, her eyes would forever turn to stone any who would look upon her. Unnoticed by all, a small insignia appeared on the woman's neck, even as she was cast out of her home, and into the wild, like the monster most considered her to be.
The man panted, on his hands and knees in his abyss. He was shaken by the visions. He had seen quite a few things, far more then most other visions of his. Once the man regained his breath, he stood up straight and started thinking. He knew that all of these thing would come to pass, some sooner rather then later. Yet what stood out the most was the insignia. He considered the implications for a while before he came up with two theories. The first simply stated that all immortals would have this symbol, and that it meant nothing. The second stated that the insignias were incredibly important since very few would receive them.
The man thought of them for a while, before giving a mental shrug and deciding to watch Earth. He watched for a while longer, his mind slowly going back to his original desire to be a father, before he came to a decision. He would have a child. Now, there were a few details to iron out, such as what type of child should he have, what would the mother be, and most importantly, what would be the gender of the child? He debated and consider many choices before making his final decision. He decided that the child would be a demigod for a while, before he eventually took his place as a primordial. The mother would be a mortal, preferably one that was kind and loving. He sighed, before deciding that he wanted a son, since he knew that if he had a daughter, he just might destroy the Earth to keep the men away from her.
The man smiled happy with his plan, resolving to be the best father he could be, before he turned his eyes to Earth, searching for the woman he hoped would be perfect for having his son. He sighed to himself, realizing that the search could potentially take a very long time.