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Be warned this story is not for the faint of heart and if you think you can handle it be my guest read on but remember you have been warned.

It was the fourth day of the sixth month of the year when Greek gods were having a meeting concerning a matter that could change the world as they knew it.

'We cannot let this happen we cannot let these things live' proclaimed Ares the Greek god of war. 'They are a menace and if they are the children of the prophecy then that is just another reason for them to be killed'. 'Ares is right for once father it would be unwise for them to continue living' spoke the goddess of wisdom Athena. Zeus the king of the Olympians was in a bad situation he had to decide if these three new-borns would live or die. Usually this would be an easy decision but this time he was dealing with an impossibility. This is because of the three children Hera (his wife) held in her arms were children that were never supposed to be born these were children of the original three.

Gaia the earth, Uranus the sky and Tartarus the abyss. The protogenoi. These beings are together the physical embodiment of the every world that the gods ruled over and these children if they were allowed live would be extremely powerful they may even be more powerful than the Olympians themselves. This would usually be handled with them being trained as weapons for the gods but Apollo had received a prophecy that three children will be born and if they are allowed grow they will have the capacity to kill gods. This shook the very foundations of the divine community and all of the gods across the world were to put it in human terms terrified because the very thing about being a god was that you were unable to die. All of the gods wanted them dead but since the three children fell into Zeus's domain the other gods could do nothing unless the wanted a war.

So that is Zeus's current dilemma and well he would have killed them on the spot if only Hera hadn't gotten to them before him and naturally she instantly fell in love with the children. 'Note to self-have a talk with Aphrodite about that'. Zeus thought to himself. 'Enough' Zeus said with his voice booming through the grand hall of the Olympians. The gods grew silent waiting for their king to speak.

'I have decided' the tension of the room building to point where you could basically taste it. 'The children will die' the king has given his verdict.

The room fell silent again. This was not a surprise to the gods well all except for one. Hera. She was shocked that her husband would do such a thing to kill these children. They were being punished for something they might do. It was despicable and she would not stand for it but she couldn't just outright say it there would be uproar. She had to think of something quick, she was no Athena but she was intelligent. Then suddenly an idea hit her like a Kamehameha, it was dangerous but it could work but she had to act quickly. Suddenly she teleported out the room.

She had to run with the infants to somewhere, somewhere no god of any religion would go. Tartarus the great pit, and that's exactly what she did.

She appeared in the underworld at the mouth of the great pit, and called for the primordial deity to appear. When suddenly power started to resonated from the pit. 'This power it's ancient and full of darkness.' Hera said. 'Lord Tartarus I need your help I need you to take these children and keep them in your darkest pit so no god will find them' 'And what will I get in exchange for counselling these children in me.' The empty voice said. The god had thought about it and made a decision. Hera spoke with determination in her voice 'I will give you my divinity'.

'An interesting offer but why would give up something so valuable for those demigods' said the darkness within the pit.' Hera thought for a second and then said 'I see something in these mortals something I have never seen before not even in my own children something truly divine. If you will accept that as an answer lord Tartarus'. 'I accept this request but know this when the mortal children enter my domain I have no control over them and I cannot protect them from what lurks in my abyss' the voice said. Hera simply nodded.

Then suddenly she started to feel a pain worse than any other she had felt before. It felt like every cell in her body was being ripped shredded and incinerated all at the same time, she then started to lose her godly glow. She collapsed onto ground below her dead. Tartarus the god of the eternal abyss took the children into the pit. what the primodal god failed to notice what happened to hera divinity once she had lost it. It had split into three and each piece went for a child embedding them with godly powers.

Slowly a booming empty laugh came from the pit and echoed across the whole of the ancient world 'savour the time you have left petty gods as this day is the beginning of your twilight years this day is the start of your ragnarok' then the voice faded back into the pit from wince it came, and it would be the last sound to be heard coming from the pit for many a millennia, until the infants were ready to wage a three man war with the whole of the divine world.