I was so close, so very close. . I had been right at the Olympian's thrones, yet I failed. I, Kronos, King of the Titans, Lord of Time and giver of the harvest had been stopped by my own mortal host, might as well have been an ant. I hadn't expected the mortal to resist so much, especially that far into the plan. But I should have seen it coming, and I should have stopped it. I underestimated the demigods, if I had just went and attacked, if I just ignored Prometheus's request to parley. I should have just attacked immediately, but I didn't. More than five thousand years of rotting in pieces inside that damned pit, and what did I get for it? Nothing, just a 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 vengeance.
It's not like the Olympians do much better than me, they're just as corrupt, just as cruel. It's not like Zeus, the little brat, didn't do anything "evil" to keep his power, I mean he ate his first wife because he was paranoid, and his daughter from the same wife, Athena, doesn't even so much as raise an eyebrow. I mean those insolent children who cause so much trouble for both immortals and mortals and actually have the gall to call themselves gods.
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 for them, pain and death. 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 knowing pain at the edge of my mind, the kind that slowly creeps up on you before it actually harms you. I can feel it, my essence dispersing. It hurts IT HURTS…. can't…think…hurts…. to…think…sleep…just ….sleep…. is…this…what…mother….feels…. like?