Author's Note
Well, After looking over this I've decided to rework this little oneshot, if anyone actually cares the original will be moved to a second chapter. All I can say is that I hope this piece isn't horrible and that any advice that can be given is given. After all, one piece of honest and constructive criticism is worth a thousand pieces of praise, though praise is good too.
I was so close, so very close… I was here, standing before the thrones of those insolent children, a few swings of my scythe from victory, and yet I failed. I, Kronos, King of the Titans, Lord of Time and Giver of the Harvest had been stopped by none other than my own mortal host, he might as well have been an ant for all he could do to me, and yet here, he spelled my doom. How was I to know the mortal would resist as he did? He had betrayed the my Children, personally killed dozens of innocents and spelled the death of so many of his kin, yet this far in, after all the blood and sweat he spent in my name, here he shows regret, here he shows the weakness I should have crushed when I took him. I should have seen this coming, I should have crushed his feeble mind the moment I took this body to rebuild my own form, I shouldn't have left any loose ends.
I underestimated the demigods I thought them weak for standing by their parents, if I had not indulged Prometheus, if I had simply swarmed them with numbers, with unending hordes of Typhoon's foul brood, then I could have charged up and destroyed their seats of power. But I didn't, and after more than five thousand years of rotting in pieces inside that damned pit, all I get is another humiliating defeat, another little "gift" from the Fates. At this point I'm sure they must hate me, only that would explain why the children of Akanke deny me my rightful vengeance.
It's not like the Olympians can truly claim to be good, It's not like Zeus, the little brat, didn't do anything "evil" to keep his power. Look at my traitorous niece Metis, the moment Zeus thinks she'll give birth to a son more powerful than him he just swallows her up, regardless of her having betrayed her family for him, and his daughter from the same titaness, Athena, doesn't even so much as raise an eyebrow or even inquire on her mother's state. The Olympians introduced misdeeds and sins to humanity, sure, they didn't know how to commit evil acts when I reigned, they were a lot less bright then, but still, the Olympians simply created a world of pain, misery and death. Those insolent children who cause so much pain and misery for both us immortals and those little insects actually have the gall to call themselves gods, as if they were among the Protogenoi!
After all I planned, after all I sacrificed for power and an endless rule, I lost it, just like my family and my corporeal form. And now I can feel it, the slow gnawing pain at the edge of my being, the kind that slowly creeps up on you before you can actually notice. I can feel it, my essence dispersing. It hurts IT HURTS…the world's getting…..cloudy….I can't see….clearly…thoughts are…flowing out…I…can't…think…it….hurts…. to…think…I…feel….tired..…just ….need….to…..sleep…. is…this…what…mother….feels?